The final mystery is oneself.

The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything, except what is worth knowing.

Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.

Give me the luxuries and I can dispense with the necessities.

No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.

A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing.

My own business always bores me to death; I prefer other people's.