On the whole, the great success of marriage in the States is due partly to the fact that no American man is ever idle, and partly to the fact that no American wife is considered responsible for the quality of her husband's dinners.

A simile committing suicide is always a depressing spectacle.

I am sorry my life is so marred and maimed by extravagance. But I cannot live otherwise. I, at any rate, pay the penalty of suffering.

I had buried my romance in a bed of asphodel.

But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.

Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world.

I love hearing my relations abused. It is the only thing that makes me put up with them at all. Relations are simply a tedious pack of people, who haven't got the remotest knowledge of how to live nor the smallest instinct about when to die.