The Riviera isn't only a sunny place for shady people.

I made up my mind long ago that life was too short to do anything for myself that I could pay others to do for me.

For men and women are not only themselves; they are also the region in which they are born, the city apartment or farm in which they learnt to walk, the games they played as children, the old wives tales they overheard, the food they ate, the schools they attended, the sports they followed, the poets they read, and the God they believed in. It is all these things that have made them what they are, and these are the things that you can't come to know by hearsay.

The essential element of love is a belief in its own eternity.

I would sooner read a time-table or a catalogue than nothing at all. They are much more entertaining than half the novels that are written.

Men have ascribed to God imperfections that they would deplore in themselves.

Common-sense appears to be only another name for the thoughtlessness of the unthinking. It is made of the prejudices of childhood, the idiosyncrasies of individual character and the opinion of the newspapers.