Lean on principles, one day they'll end up giving way.

There are moments when art attains almost to the dignity of manual labor.

The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.

Bigamy is having one wife too many. Monogamy is the same.

For life is terribly deficient in form. Its catastrophes happen in the wrong way and to the wrong people. There is a grotesque horror about its comedies, and its tragedies seem to culminate in farce.

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.

To believe is very dull. To doubt is intensely engrossing. To be on the alert is to live, to be lulled into security is to die.