At a dinner party one should eat wisely but not too well, and talk well but not too wisely.

Just as the painter thinks with his brush and paints the novelist thinks with his story.

There is no object to life. To nature nothing matters but the continuation of the species.

Cronshaw stopped for a moment to drink. He had pondered for twenty years the problem whether he loved liquor because it made him talk or whether he loved conversation because it made him thirsty.

Women are often under the impression that men are much more madly in love with them than they really are.

The artist produces for the liberation of his soul.

There in the mist, enormous, majestic, silent and terrible, stood the Great Wall of China. Solitarily, with the indifference of nature herself, it crept up the mountain side and slipped down to the depth of the valley.