I see but one rule: to be clear. If I am not clear, all my world crumbles to nothing.

I am mad, I am going under, I must follow the advice of a friend, and pay no heed to myself.

On a cold winter morning a cigar fortifies the soul.

Our true passions are selfish.

Politics in the middle of things of the imagination is like a pistol shot in the middle of a concert.

The French are the wittiest, the most charming, and up to the present, at all events, the least musical race on Earth.

She had caprices of a marvellous unexpectedness, and how is any one to imitate a caprice?