It is the wretchedness of being rich that you have to live with rich people.

If you want to be thought a liar, always tell the truth

He who goes against the fashion is himself its slave

Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior.

Fine writers should split hairs together, and sit side by side, like friendly apes, to pick the fleas from each others fur.

We grow with years more fragile in body, but morally stutter, and can throw off the chill of a bad conscience almost at once.

An echo of music, a face in the street, the wafer of the new moon, a wanton thought - only in the iridescence of things the vagabond soul is happy.