I advise nobody to drown sorrow in cocoa. It is bad for the figure and it does not alleviate the sorrow.

Everybody's tragedy is somebody's nuisance.

We each live in a private, distorted, individual world - stars turning in space, warmed for a moment by each other's light, then lost in infinite distance.

Surely, if life is good, it is good throughout its substance; we cannot separate men's activities from women's and say, these are worthy of praise and these unworthy.

The only difficulty is to know what bits to choose and what to leave out. Novel-writing is not creation, it is selection.

Most gay, conversational, careless, lovely city ... where one drinks golden Tokay until one feels most beautiful, and warm and loved - oh, Budapesth!

It's the things you don't do, not the things you do, you feel most sorry for.