Faith, I am no such fool; everyone for himself in this desert of selfishness which is called life.
In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.
On a cold winter morning a cigar fortifies the soul.
Life is too short, and the time we waste in yawning never can be regained.
Far less envy in America than in France.
I have a bad memory for facts.