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A best-seller is the gilded tomb of a mediocre talent

A friend who loved perfection would be the perfect friend, did not that love shut his door on me.

All my life, as down an abyss without a bottom. I have been pouring van loads of information into that vacancy of oblivion I call my mind.

All our lives we are putting pennies — our most golden pennies — into penny-in-the-slot machines that are almost always empty.

All reformers, however strict their social conscience, live in houses just as big as they can pay for.

An echo of music, a face in the street, the wafer of the new moon, a wanton thought - only in the iridescence of things the vagabond soul is happy.

An improper mind is a perpetual feast.

A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.

But man is above all a social and political animal; his relations with his fellow human beings form his most absorbing and important interest.

But why wasn't I born, alas, in an age of Adjectives; why can one no longer write of silver-shedding Tears and moon-tailed Peacocks, of eloquent Death, of the Negro and star-enameled Night?

Charming people live up to the very edge of their charm, and behave as outrageously as the world will let them.

Don't laugh at youth for his affectations; he is only trying on one face after another to find his own.

Don't let young people tell you their aspirations; when they drop them they will drop you.

Don't tell friends their social faults; they will cure the fault and never forgive you.

Eat with the rich, but go to the play with the poor, who are capable of joy.

Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast.

Fine writers should split hairs together, and sit side by side, like friendly apes, to pick the fleas from each others fur.

For souls in growth, great quarrels are great emancipations.

Friends such as we desire are dreams and fables, yet we never quite give up the hope of finding them.

Give me a bed and a book and I am happy.

Growing old is not a gradual decline, but a series of drops, full of sorrow, from one ledge to another below it.

Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.

Hearts that are delicate and kind and tongues that are neither - these make the finest company in the world.

He who goes against the fashion is himself its slave

How awful to reflect that what people say of us is true!

How can they say my life is not a success? Have I not for more than sixty years got enough to eat and escaped being eaten?

How it infuriates a bigot, when he is forced to drag out his dark convictions!

How many of our daydreams would darken into nightmares if there seemed any danger of their coming true!

How often my soul visits the National Gallery, and how seldom

I am one of the unpraised, unrewarded millions without whom Statistics would be a bankrupt science. It is we who are born, who marry, who die, in constant ratios.

I can't forgive my friends for dying; I don't find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.

I find a fascination, like the fascination for the moth of a star, in those who hold aloof and disdain me.

If we shake hands with icy fingers, it is because we have burnt them so horribly before.

If they lost the incredible conviction that they can change their wives or husbands, marriage would collapse at once.

If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul.

If you want to be thought a liar, always tell the truth

I like to walk down Bond Street, thinking of all the things I don't desire.

I might give my life for my friend, but he had better not ask me to do up a parcel.

It is a matter of life and death for married people to interrupt each others stories; for it they did not, they would burst.

It is the dread of something happening, something unknown and dreadful, that makes us do anything to keep the flicker of talk from dying out.

It is the wretchedness of being rich that you have to live with rich people.

It is through the cracks in our brains that ecstasy creeps in.

It's an odd thing about this universe that, though we all disagree with each other, we are all of us always in the right.

Married women are kept women, and theyare beginning to find it out.

Money and sex are forces too unruly for our reason; they can only be controlled by taboos with which we tamper at our peril.

Most people sell their souls, and live with a good conscience on the proceeds.

One can be bored until boredom becomes a mystical experience.

One's own vanities and humiliations I find a delicious subject for conversation. Things said of me behind my back I don't enjoy, and don't listen to them.

Only among people who think no evil can Evil monstrously flourish.

Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior.