Only among people who think no evil can Evil monstrously flourish.

But why wasn't I born, alas, in an age of Adjectives; why can one no longer write of silver-shedding Tears and moon-tailed Peacocks, of eloquent Death, of the Negro and star-enameled Night?

When elderly invalids meet with fellow-victims of their own ailments, then at last real conversation begins, and life is delicious.

The denunciation of the young is a necessary part of the hygiene of older people, and greatly assists the circulation of the blood.

You cannot be both fashionable and first-rate

One's own vanities and humiliations I find a delicious subject for conversation. Things said of me behind my back I don't enjoy, and don't listen to them.

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.