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

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.

People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.

Style is a magic wand, and turns everything to gold that it touches.

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

This nice and subtle happiness of reading, this joy not chilled by age, this polite and unpunished vice, this selfish, serene life-long intoxication.

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