Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.

Love is the exchange of two fantasies and the contact of two skins.

Wicked people sometimes perform good actions. I suppose they wish to see if this gives as great a feeling of pleasure as the virtuous claim for it.

Most anthologists of poetry or quotations are like those who eat cherries or oysters, first picking the best and ending by eating everything.

Most books today seemed to have been written overnight from books read the day before.

Society is composed of two great classes, those that have more dinners than appetite, and those who have more appetite than dinners.

The most wasted day of all is that on which we have not laughed.