It is not enough for a landscape to be interesting in itself. Eventually there must be a moral and historic interest.
On a cold winter morning a cigar fortifies the soul.
Women prefer emotions to reasoning.
Any man who talks about his love affairs thereby proves he is ignorant of love and is moved only by vanity.
Love is like fever; it comes and goes without the will having any part of the process.
This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.