Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. Second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience.

Irony is wasted on the stupid

The gods are strange. It is not our vices only they make instruments to scourge us. They bring us to ruin through what in us is good, gentle, humane, loving.

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.

If you are going to tell people the truth, you had better make them laugh or they will kill you.

Conversation should touch everything, but should concentrate itself on nothing.

But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face.