Never invite to dinner: those who won't decide until the last minute; those who come more than half an hour late; those who want to bring along two or three friends; drunks; monologists; those who stay until three o'clock in the morning; those who think that conversation means having an argument; those who take a high moral tone; those who are stupid, ugly, or dull. Enforcement of these rules will enable one to eat alone every night in comfort.

Fastidious taste makes enjoyment a struggle.

Life is used up all the same, whether we save, spend, or waste it.

We take refuge in illness and then are trapped there.

Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.

Nature often seems like an idea that has had its day.

Helplessness is a mighty power.