Parks are but pavement disguised with a growth of grass.

I am much better employed from every point of view, when I live solely for my own satisfaction, than when I begin to worry about the world. The world frightens me, and a frightened man is no good for anything.

Money is made at Christmas out of holly and mistletoe, but who save the vendors would greatly care if no green branch were procurable?

A pipe for the hour of work; a cigarette for the hour of conception; a cigar for the hour of vacuity.

Life, I fancy, would very often be insupportable, but for the luxury of self compassion.

Money is time. With money I buy for cheerful use the hours which otherwise would not in any sense be mine; nay, which would make me their miserable bondsman.

Persistent prophecy is a familiar way of assuring the event.