Fine writers should split hairs together, and sit side by side, like friendly apes, to pick the fleas from each others fur.

An improper mind is a perpetual feast.

There are few sorrows in which a good income is of no avail.

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

All our lives we are putting pennies — our most golden pennies — into penny-in-the-slot machines that are almost always empty.

What things there are to write, if one could only write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach.

I like to walk down Bond Street, thinking of all the things I don't desire.