What of Art? -It is a malady. --Love? -An Illusion. --Religion? -The fashionable substitute for Belief. --You are a sceptic. -Never! Scepticism is the beginning of Faith. --What are you? -To define is to limit.
To get back one's youth one has merely to repeat one's follies.
I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays.
And now, I am dying beyond my means. (Said while sipping champagne on his deathbed.)
Lean on principles, one day they'll end up giving way.
Everyone should keep someone else's diary.