Anybody can write a three-volume novel. It merely requires a complete ignorance of both life and literature.
There are times when sorrow seems to me to be the only truth.
It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information.
I can resist anything but the temptation to make a clever witticism.
My dear fellow, the truth isn’t quite the sort of thing one tells to a nice, sweet, refined girl. What extraordinary ideas you have about the way to behave to a woman!
To expect the unexpected shows a thoroughly modern intellect.