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

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

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

There's never been a lack of men willing to die bravely. The trouble is to find a few able to live sensibly.

Really, trees are nearly as important as men, and much better behaved.

it is the brevity of life which makes it tolerable; its experiences have value because they have an end.

But to write - that is grief and labor; and to read what one has written - how unlike the story as one saw it; how dull, how spirtless - that is enough to send one weeping to bed.