However, it is always nice to be expected, and not to arrive.

A beautiful woman risking everything for a mad passion. A few wild weeks of happiness cut short by a hideous, treacherous crime. Months of voiceless agony, and then a child born in pain. The mother snatched away by death, the boy left to solitude and the tyranny of an old and loveless man. Yes, it was an interesting background. It posed the lad, made him more perfect as it were. Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.

Religion is like a blind man looking in a black room for a black cat that isn't there, and finding it.

When a man has once loved a woman he will do anything for her except continue to love her.

You can never be overdressed or overeducated.

At every single moment of one's life one is what one is going to be no less than what one has been.

The intellect is not a serious thing, and never has been. It is an instrument on which one plays, that is all.