It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.

There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.

He exulted in the possession of himself once more; he realized how much of the delight of the world he had lost when he was absorbed in that madness which they called love; he had had enough of it; he did not want to be in love anymore if love was that.

It is not difficult to be unconventional in the eyes of the world when your unconventionality is but the convention of your set.

It is salutary to train oneself to be no more affected by censure than by praise.

Women's hearts are like old china, none the worse for a break or two.

The rain fell alike upon the just and upon the unjust, and for nothing was there a why and a wherefore.