What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for beauty, and never see the dawn!
It is the wretchedness of being rich that you have to live with rich people.
The ladies who try to keep their beauty are the ladies who lose it.
Only among people who think no evil can Evil monstrously flourish.
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.
This nice and subtle happiness of reading, this joy not chilled by age, this polite and unpunished vice, this selfish, serene life-long intoxication.