I'm fond of human beings, but only one at a time.
There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.
That parasite: the past.
Most virtue is a demand for greater seduction.
Indiscretion has always seemed to me to be one of the privileges of tact.
Novels are longer than life.