We don't love qualities, we love persons; sometimes by reason of their defects as well as of their qualities.

Animals do not admire each other. A horse does not admire its companion.

Stupid — well, there are so many kinds of stupidity, and cleverness is one of the worst.

Is not life in itself a thing of goodness, irrespective of whether the course it takes for us can be called a 'happy' one?

I never can understand how anyone can not smoke it deprives a man of the best part of life. With a good cigar in his mouth a man is perfectly safe, nothing can touch him, literally.

But my deepest and most secret love belongs to the fair-haired and the blue-eyed, the bright children of life, the happy, the charming and the ordinary.

Innate in nearly every artistic nature is a wanton, treacherous penchant for accepting injustice when it creates beauty and showing sympathy for and paying homage to aristocratic privilege.