A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating.

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

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.

There is nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It is a thing no married man knows anything about.

I threw the pearl of my soul into a cup of wine. I went down the primrose path to the sound of flutes. I lived on honeycomb.

Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.

The more one analyses people, the more all reasons for analysis disappear. Sooner or later one comes to that dreadful universal thing called human nature.