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

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

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.

Most people sell their souls, and live with a good conscience on the proceeds.

What joy can the years bring half so sweet as the unhappiness they've taken away?

There are people who, like houses, are beautiful in dilapidation.

The old know what they want; the young are sad and bewildered.