We should all live as if we were never going to die, for it is the deaths of our friends that hurt us, not our own.

Everyone is a bore to someone. That is unimportant. The thing to avoid is being a bore to oneself.

We confess our bad qualities to others out of fear of appearing naive or ridiculous by not being aware of them.

Poets and painters are outside the class system, or rather they constitute a special class of their own, like the circus people and the Gypsies.

Everyone alters and is altered by everyone else. We are all the time taking in portions of one another or else reacting against them, and by these involuntary acquisitions and repulsions modifying our natures.

A bad memory is the mother of invention.

As Coleridge said, "We receive but what we give." The happy life is a life of continual generosity in which we go out to meet and acclaim the world.