Even the most honest writer lets slip a word too many when he wants to round off a period.

As an artist one has no home in Europe except in Paris.

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

The greatest cure for love is still that time honoured medicine - love returned.

Some rule out of a lust for ruling; others, so as not to be ruled:Mto these it is merely the lesser of two evils.

One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil.

One can lie with the mouth, but with the accompanying grimace one nevertheless tells the truth.