To become young again would seem to me an appalling prospect. Youth is a kind of delirium, which can be cured, if it is ever cured at all, by years of painful treatment.

Don't laugh at youth for his affectations; he is only trying on one face after another to find his own.

It's an odd thing about this universe that, though we all disagree with each other, we are all of us always in the right.

Money and sex are forces too unruly for our reason; they can only be controlled by taboos with which we tamper at our peril.

What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for beauty, and never see the dawn!

An improper mind is a perpetual feast.

Give me a bed and a book and I am happy.