Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one center of pain.

I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.

There are few things easier than to live badly and die well.

Wherever there is a man who exercises authority, there is a man who resists authority.

There is no country in the world where machinery is so lovely as in America.

A really well-made buttonhole is the only link between Art and Nature.

The tragedy of growing old is not that one is old but that one is young.