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

If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul.

The denunciation of the young is a necessary part of the hygiene of older people, and greatly assists the circulation of the blood.

The mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acquaintance seem a bosom friend.

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 might give my life for my friend, but he had better not ask me to do up a parcel.

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.