It is curious how vanity helps the successful man and wrecks the failure.

I like looking at geniuses and listening to beautiful people.

It is always worth while asking a question, though it is not always worth while answering one.

Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities.

The final mystery is oneself. When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens star by star, there still remains oneself. Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?

Jack? . . . No, there is very little music in the name Jack, if any at all, indeed. It does not thrill. It produces absolutely no vibrations . . . I have known several Jacks, and they all, without exception, were more than usually plain. Besides, Jack is a notorious domesticity for John! And I pity any woman who is married to a man called John. She would probably never be allowed to know the entrancing pleasure of a single moment’s solitude. The only really safe name is Ernest.

Find expression for a sorrow, and it will become dear to you. Find expression for a joy, and you will intensify its ecstasy.