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

I find a fascination, like the fascination for the moth of a star, in those who hold aloof and disdain me.

All my life, as down an abyss without a bottom. I have been pouring van loads of information into that vacancy of oblivion I call my mind.

The world is not unkind, and reprobates are worse than their reputations.

How can they say my life is not a success? Have I not for more than sixty years got enough to eat and escaped being eaten?

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

Style is a magic wand, and turns everything to gold that it touches.