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

Of all the hokum with which this country [America] is riddled, the most odd is the common notion that it is free of class distinctions.

She loved three things — a joke, a glass of wine, and a handsome man.

The crown of literature is poetry.

Loving-kindness is the better part of goodness.

The value of money is that with it we can tell any man to go to the devil. It is the sixth sense which enables you to enjoy the other five.

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?