Don't let young people tell you their aspirations; when they drop them they will drop you.

How awful to reflect that what people say of us is true!

So, I never lose a sense of the whimsical and perilous charm of daily life, with its meetings and words and accidents.

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

Most people sell their souls, and live with a good conscience on the proceeds.

People have a right to be shocked; the mention of unmentionable things is a kind of participation in them.

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