Man is a being with myriad lives and myriad sensations, a complex, multiform creature that bears within itself strange legacies of thought and passion, and whose very flesh is tainted with the monstrous maladies of the dead.

After a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even one's own relations.

Society exists only as a mental concept; in the real world there are only individuals.

The very essence of romance is uncertainty.

The only way a woman can ever reform a man is by boring him so completely that he loses all possible interest in life.

Anyone can sympathize with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathize with a friend's success.

Men as a rule love with their eyes, woman with their ears.