Beauty makes idiots sad and wise men merry.

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.

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.

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.

What passes for woman's intuition is more often intrinsically nothing more than man's transparency.

The triumph of sugar over diabetes.