There are people whose society I find delicious; but when I sit alone and think of them I shudder.

He who goes against the fashion is himself its slave

To become young again would seem to me an appalling prospect. Youth is a kind of delirium, which can be cured, if it is ever cured at all, by years of painful treatment.

The test of a vocation is the love of the drudgery it involves.

Money and sex are forces too unruly for our reason; they can only be controlled by taboos with which we tamper at our peril.

Thank heavens, the sun has gone in and I don’t have to go out and enjoy it.

What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for beauty, and never see the dawn!