A best-seller is the gilded tomb of a mediocre talent

If we shake hands with icy fingers, it is because we have burnt them so horribly before.

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

Eat with the rich, but go to the play with the poor, who are capable of joy.

It is through the cracks in our brains that ecstasy creeps in.

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

Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast.