The laughter of man is more terrible than his tears, and takes more forms -hollow, heartless, mirthless, maniacal.

Though statisticians in our time have never kept the score, Man wants a great deal here below and Woman even more.

Nowadays men lead lives of noisy desperation.

The whole of Paris is a vast university of Art, Literature and Music... it is worth anyone's while to dally here for years. Paris is a seminar, a post-graduate course in everything.

The sanity of the average banquet speaker lasts about two and a half months; at the end of that time he begins to mutter to himself, and calls out in his sleep.

The Old Man ain’t afraid of hell

Last night I dreamed of a small consolation enjoyed only by the blind: Nobody knows the trouble I've not seen!