Shall I give you my recipe for happiness? I find everything useful and nothing indispensable. I find everything wonderful and nothing miraculous. I reverence the body. I avoid first causes like the plague.
A man who is stingy with saffron is capable of seducing his own grandmother.
To find a friend one must close one eye. To keep him...two.
The business of life is to enjoy oneself; everything else is a mockery.
Why always "not yet"? Do flowers in spring say "not yet"?
I wish the English still possessed a shred of the old sense of humour which Puritanism, and dyspepsia, and newspaper reading, and tea-drinking have nearly extinguished.