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

Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness.

I drink to make other people interesting.

Whenever a man encounters a woman in a mood he doesn't understand, he wants to know if she's tired.

It is also said of me that I now and then contradict myself. Yes, I improve wonderfully as time goes on.

A man may be said to love most truly that woman in whose company he can feel drowsy in comfort.

Common sense, in so far as it exists, is all for the bourgeoisie. Nonsense is the privilege of the aristocracy. The worries of the world are for the common people.