Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life.

Cultivated leisure is the aim of man.

I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.

The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. To test Reality we must see it on the tight-rope.

The only way to atone for being occasionally overdressed is to be massively overeducated.

Down the long and silent street, The dawn, with silver-sandaled feet, Crept like a frightened girl.

The liar at any rate recognizes that recreation, not instruction, is the aim of conversation, and is a far more civilized being than the blockhead who loudly expresses his disbelief in a story which is told simply for the amusement of the company.