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

One can be bored until boredom becomes a mystical experience.

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

The indefatigable pursuit of an unattainable perfection -even though nothing more than the pounding of an old piano -is what alone gives a meaning to our life on this unavailing star.

The ladies who try to keep their beauty are the ladies who lose it.

I find a fascination, like the fascination for the moth of a star, in those who hold aloof and disdain me.

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