The ideal story is that of two people who go into love step for step, with a fluttered consciousness, like a pair of children venturing together into a dark room.

The cruelest lies are often told in silence.

Lastly (and this is, perhaps, the golden rule), no woman should marry a man who does not smoke.

I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.

The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.

A bottle of good wine, like a good act, shines ever in the retrospect.

Extreme busyness is a symptom of deficient vitality, and a faculty for idleness implies a catholic appetite and a strong sense of personal identity.