If you don't change your beliefs, your life will be like this forever. Is that good news?

I am afraid of people with too much charm. They devour you. In the end you are made a sacrifice to the exercise of their fascinating gift and their insincerity.

When a man's in love, he at once makes a pedestal of the Ten Commandments and stands on the top of them with his arms akimbo. When a woman's in love she doesn't care two straws for Thou Shalt and Thou Shalt Not.

Make him laugh and he will think you a trivial fellow, but bore him in the right way and your reputation is assured.

What do we any of us have but our illusions? And what do we ask of others but that we be allowed to keep them?

A woman may be as wicked as she likes, but if she isn't pretty it won't do her much good.

He is not famous. It may be that he never will be. It may be that when his life at last comes to an end he will leave no more trace of his sojourn on earth than a stone thrown into a river leaves on the surface of the water. But it may be that the way of life that he has chosen for himself and the peculiar strength and sweetness of his character may have an ever-growing influence over his fellow men so that, long after his death perhaps, it may be realized that there lived in this age a very remarkable creature.