Whisky, gambling and Ferraris are better than housework.

happiness has always seemed to me a great achievement.

It isn't common sense that is paramount in this world, it's wishful thinking.

Looking for pleasure is the best way to ensure you won't find it.

He refused categorically all ideas of fidelity or serious commitments. He explained that they were arbitrary and sterile. From anyone else such views would have shocked me, but I knew that in his case they did not exclude tenderness and devotion - feelings which came all the more easily to him since he was determined that they should be transient.

People respect unhappiness and find it especially hard to forgive success.

A Strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow. The idea of sorrow has always appealed to me but now I am almost ashamed of it's complete egoism. I have known boredom, regret, and occasionally remorse, but never sorrow. Today it envelops me like a silken web, enervating and soft, and sets me apart from everybody else.