The notion of making money by popular work, and then retiring to do good work, is the most familiar of all the devil's traps for artists.

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

The mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acquaintance seem a bosom friend.

It is a matter of life and death for married people to interrupt each others stories; for it they did not, they would burst.

The ladies who try to keep their beauty are the ladies who lose it.

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

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