How many of our daydreams would darken into nightmares if there seemed any danger of their coming true!

Hearts that are delicate and kind and tongues that are neither - these make the finest company in the world.

Solvency is entirely a matter of temperament and not of income.

The test of enjoyment is the remembrance which it leaves behind.

People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.

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?

There are people whose society I find delicious; but when I sit alone and think of them I shudder.