The one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.

Like dear St. Francis of Assisi I am wedded to Poverty: but in my case the marriage is not a success.

With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?

Common sense is the enemy of Romance :P:P

Examinations, sir, are pure humbug from beginning to end. If a man is a gentleman, he knows quite enough, and if he is not a gentleman, whatever he knows is bad for him.

It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such an inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack of style.

The final mystery is oneself.