An echo of music, a face in the street, the wafer of the new moon, a wanton thought - only in the iridescence of things the vagabond soul is happy.

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

Those who set out to serve both God and Mammon soon discover that there isn't a God.

Self-respecting people do not care to peep at their reflections in unexpected mirrors, or to see themselves as others see them.

One can be bored until boredom becomes a mystical experience.

When we say we are certain so-and-so can't possibly have done it, what we mean is that we think he very likely did.

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.