This instinctive repulsion which tradespeople inspire in men of sensitive feeling is one of the very rare consolations for being so impoverished which are given to those of us who don’t sell anything to anybody.

Since life consists of madness spiked with lies, the farther you are from each other the more lies you can put into it and the happier you'll be. That's only natural and normal. Truth is inedible.

Lots of men are like that, their artistic leanings never go beyond a weakness for shapely thighs.

I hadn't found out yet that mankind consists of two very different races, the rich and the poor. It took me ... and plenty of other people . . . twenty years and the war to learn to stick to my class and ask the price of things before touching them, let alone setting my heart on them.

People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them.

I warn you that when the princes of this world start loving you it means they are going to grind you up into battle sausage.

Troubles are as endless as pleasures are brief.