Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.

It is the tragedy of other people that they are to us merely showcases for the very perishable collections of our own mind.

She's got feet like boats, whiskers like an American, and her undies are filthy.

The sensitiveness claimed by neurotic is matched by their egotism: they cannot abide the flaunting by others of the sufferings to which they pay an even increasing amount of attention in themselves.

Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.

Love is not vain because it is frustrated, but because it is fulfilled. The people we love turn to ashes when we posess them.