Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.

The reason we are so pleased to find other people's secrets is that it distracts public attention from our own.

Pleasures may turn a heart to stone, riches may make it callous, but sorrows cannot break it. Hearts live by being wounded.

No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.

Religions die when they are proved to be true. Science is the record of dead religions.

There can be nothing more frequent than an occasional drink.

The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror.