Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die.

The secret to life is to enjoy the pleasure of being terribly, terribly deceived.

Other people are quite dreadful. The only possible society is oneself.

It is a great mistake for men to give up paying compliments, for when they give up saying what is charming, they give up thinking what is charming.

Marriage is a long, dull meal with dessert served at the beginning.

Where your life leads you, you must go

Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won't expect it back.