To say that a man is vain means merely that he is pleased with the effect he produces on other people.

Strange when you come to think of it, that of all countless folk who have lived on this planet, not one is known in history or in legend as having died of laughter.

The dullard's envy of brilliant men is always assuaged by the suspicion that they will come to a bad end.

No Roman ever was able to say, 'I dined last night with the Borgias'.

I need no dictionary of quotations to remind me that the eyes are the windows of the soul.

Men of genius are not quick judges of character. Deep thinking and high imagining blunt that trivial instinct by which you and I size people up.

When hospitality becomes an art it loses its very soul.