I don't like principles. I prefer prejudices.

There is no doubt that genius lasts longer than beauty.

A man who moralizes is a hypocrite, and a woman who does so is invariably plain.

It is in the brain that the poppy is red, that the apple is odorous, that the skylark sings.

Murder is always a mistake. One should never do anything that one cannot talk about after dinner.

The mind of the thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing. It is like a bric-à-brac shop, all monsters and dust, with everything priced above its proper value.

My great mistake, the fault for which I can’t forgive myself, is that one day I ceased my obstinate pursuit of my own individuality.