The only proper intoxication is conversation.

The ugly can be beautiful. The pretty, never.

The only way to get rid of tempation is to yeild to it.

The poet is the supreme artist, for he is the master of colour and of form, and the real musician besides, and is lord over all life and all arts.

Just to let you know that the buffet car will be closing for stocktaking in five minutes. The next station stop is Chesterfield.

I have pleasures, and passions, but the joy of life is gone. I am going under: the morgue yawns for me. I go and look at my zinc-bed there. After all, I had a wonderful life, which is, I fear, over.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.