The world, dear Agnes, is a strange affair.

I have the knack of easing scruples.

There's a sort of decency among the dead, a remarkable discretion: you never find them making any complaint against the doctor who killed them!

My fair one, let us swear an eternal friendship.

The secret to fencing consists in two things: to give and to not receive.

You never see the old austerity That was the essence of civility; Young people hereabouts, unbridled, now Just want.

Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money.