All that is necessary to raise imbecility into what the mob regards as profundity is to lift it off the floor and put it on a platform.

The path of sound credence is through the thick forest of skepticism.

I have yet to find a man worth his salt in any direction who did not think of himself first and foremost.

I drink so the others become interesting.

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.

Men go to the theatre to forget; women, to remember.

An optimist is a fellow who believes a housefly is looking for a way to get out.