In a very ugly and sensible age, the arts borrow, not from life, but from each other.

Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others.

Like dear St. Francis of Assisi I am wedded to Poverty: but in my case the marriage is not a success.

Nothing spoils romance so much as a sense of humor in the woman

Grass is hard and lumpy and damp, and full of dreadful black insects.

There is one thing infinitely more pathetic than to have lost the woman one is in love with, and that is to have won her and found out how shallow she is!

Well I won't argue about the matter. You always want to argue about things. That is exactly what things were originally made for.