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

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

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

I can't forgive my friends for dying; I don't find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.

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

Charming people live up to the very edge of their charm, and behave as outrageously as the world will let them.

What pursuit is more elegant than that of collecting the ignominies of our nature and transfixing them for show, each on the bright pin of a polished phrase?