Odd, isn't it? He really was the right man for her in a sort of way; but then as you know, it is a law of love that the so-called 'right' person always comes to soon or too late.

I suppose the secret of his success is in his tremendous idleness which almost approaches the supernatural.

The cocktail party - as the name itself indicates - was originally invented by dogs. They are simply bottom-sniffings raised to the rank of formal ceremonies.

Sorrow is implicit in love as gravitation is implicit in mass.

You see, nothing matters except pleasure - which is the opposite of happiness, its tragic part, I expect.

Let us define 'man' as a poet perpetually conspiring against himself.

I have done so many things in my life," she said to the mirror. "Evil things, perhaps. But never unattentively, never wastefully...was I wrong?