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

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

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

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

Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.

Only among people who think no evil can Evil monstrously flourish.

The great art of writing is the art of making people real to themselves with words.