Beauty is a form of genius -- is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation.

I like Wagner's music better than anybody's. It is so loud that one can talk the whole time without other people hearing what one says.

Now produce your explanation and pray make it improbable.

The more one analyses people, the more all reasons for analysis disappear. Sooner or later one comes to that dreadful universal thing called human nature.

And if life be, as it surely is, a problem to me, I am no less a problem to life.

She is a peacock in everything but beauty!

If you pretend to be good, the world takes you very seriously. If you pretend to be bad, it doesn't. Such is the astounding stupidity of optimism.