To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us.

Money and titles may be hereditary," she would say, "but brains are not,".

There is such wonderful balm in self-imposed sacrifice.

Even the worst moments and the weariest journeys must come to an end.

In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.

We must prove to the world that we are all nincompoops

Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.

Thus human beings judge of one another, superficially, casually, throwing contempt on one another, with but little reason, and no charity.

Odd's fish, m'dear! The man can't even tie his own cravat!

The weariest night, the longest day, sooner or later must perforce come to an end.

Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.

Two great European narcotics, alcohol and Christianity.

There are so many things in life I hope to experience and attend, but so many more I'm hoping that I miss.

A good man will avoid the spot of any sin. The very aspersion is grievous, which makes him choose his way in his life, as he would in his journey.

My mother was a jazz fanatic and she wanted me to play the piano so I could play jazz tunes. I wish I had learned but I was too busy getting into trouble!

Every religion seems like a fantasy to outsiders, but as holy truth to those of the faith.

It's never bad to be liked, and who doesn't feel good being liked, but that can't be your end game goal.

We invented words; we'll tell you how they're supposed to sound.

Being rich is an obstacle to loving. When you are rich, you want to continue to be rich, and so you end up devoting all your time, all your energy, in your daily life to stay rich.

New truth is old heresy.

The conundrum of free will and destiny has always kept me dangling.