Life is full of its disappointments, and I suppose the art of being happy is to disguise them as illusions.

It's no use growing older if you only learn new ways of misbehaving yourself.

It was one thing to go to the end of the world; it was quite another thing to make oneself at home there. Even respectability seemed to lose some of its virtue when one practiced it in a tent.

Hors d'oeuvres have always a pathetic interest for me; they remind me of one's childhood that one goes through wondering what the next course is going to be like - and during the rest of the menu one wishes one had eaten more of the hors d'oeuvres.

It is one of the consolations of middle aged reformers that the good that they inculcate must live after them if it is to live at all.

He seems the incarnation of everything soft and silky and velvety, without a sharp edge in his composition, a dreamer whose philosophy is sleep and let sleep.

To be clever in the afternoon argues that one is dining nowhere in the evening.