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.

Addresses are given to us to conceal our whereabouts.

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

I believe I once considerably scandalized her by declaring that clear soup was a more important factor in life than a clear conscience.

Why are women so fond of raking up the past? They're as bad as tailors, who invariably remember what you owe them for a suit long after you've ceased to wear it.

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.

Think how many blameless lives are brightened by the blazing indiscretions of other people.