There are few things easier than to live badly and die well.

What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. And a sentimentalist, my dear Darlington, is a man who sees an absurd value in everything, and doesn't know the market place of any single thing.

The final mystery is oneself.

Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is conversation.

If only the picture could grow old, and I stay young. For that...for that, I would give my SOUL for that.

It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.

Poor? What does that matter? When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in through the window.