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.

To become young again would seem to me an appalling prospect. Youth is a kind of delirium, which can be cured, if it is ever cured at all, by years of painful treatment.

Charming people live up to the very edge of their charm, and behave as outrageously as the world will let them.

Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior.

He who goes against the fashion is himself its slave

The lusts and greeds of the body scandalize the Soul; but it has to come to heel.