Wild oats will get sown some time, and one of the arts of life is to sow them at the right time.

Youth, however, can afford to enjoy even its melancholy; for the ultimate fact of which that melancholy is a prophecy is a long way off.

A wholesome oblivion of one's neighbours is the beginning of wisdom.

All wines are by their very nature full of reminiscence, the golden tears and red blood of summers that are gone.

All religions have periods in their history which are looked back to with retrospective fear and trembling as eras of persecution, and each religion has its own book of martyrs.

Be it whim or emergency, the modern laboratory is equally at the service of romance, equally ready to gratify mankind with a torpedo or a toy.

You can't fake it. Bad writing is a gift.