Eat with the rich, but go to the play with the poor, who are capable of joy.

When they come downstairs from their Ivory Towers, idealists are very apt to walk straight into the gutter.

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.

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

Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.

All reformers, however strict their social conscience, live in houses just as big as they can pay for.

What pursuit is more elegant than that of collecting the ignominies of our nature and transfixing them for show, each on the bright pin of a polished phrase?