One should never trust a woman who tells one her real age. A woman who would tell one that would tell one anything.

I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays.

Only love can keep anyone alive.

My experience is that as soon as people are old enough to know better, they don't know anything at all.

The great events of life often leave one unmoved; they pass out of consciousness, and, when thinks of them, become unreal. Even the scarlet flowers of passion seem to grow in the same meadow as the poppies of oblivion. We reject the burden of their memory, and have anodynes against them. But the little things, the things of no moment, remain with us. In some tiny ivory cell the brain stores the most delicate, and the most fleeting impressions.

In the common world of fact the wicked were not punished, nor the good rewarded. Success was given to the strong, failure thrust upon the weak. That was all.

but the bravest man among us is afraid of himself