The cigar is the perfect complement to an elegant lifestyle.

These tears do me good, they have watered the parched place; perhaps my heart will grow again there!

One is happy as a result of one's own efforts, once one knows of the necessary ingredients of happiness-simple tastes, a certain degree of courage, self-denial to a point, love of work, and, above all, a clear conscience. Happiness is no vague dream, of that I now feel certain.

Happiness lies in the consciousness we have of it.

You see what stupid folk my publishers are; but they are all alike.

I'm beginning to believe that there are angels disguised as men who pass themselves off as such and who inhabit the earth for a while to console and lift up with them toward heaven the poor, exhausted and saddened souls who were ready to perish here below.

I have an object, a task, let me say the word, a passion. The profession of writing is a violent and almost indestructible one.