Unmitigated seriousness is always out of place in human affairs.

Reason in my philosophy is only a harmony among irrational impulses.

Nothing is really so poor and melancholy as art that is interested in itself and not in its subject.

Facts are all accidents. They all might have been different. They all may become different. They all may collapse altogether.

Mortality has its compensations; one is that all evils are transitory, another that better times may come.

The spirit's foe in man has not been simplicity, but sophistication.

Wisdom comes from disillusionment.