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?

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.

Because women can do nothing except love, they've given it a ridiculous importance. They want to persuade us that it's the whole of life. It's an insignificant part.

Marco Polo tells the tale of The Old Man in the Mountains and how he recruits new members to his Band of Assassins by means of drugs, beautiful women, lush gardens, and religious promises. The unfortunate thing about this world is that the good habits are much easier to give up than the bad ones.

It has been said that metaphysics is the finding of bad reasons for what we believe upon instinct.

Usage is the only test. I prefer a phrase that is easy and unaffected to a phrase that is grammatical.

There is nothing so terrible as the pursuit of art by those who have no talent.