The fickleness of the women whom I love is only equalled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.
Solitude would be ideal if you could pick the people to avoid.
I feel a very unusual sensation – if it is not indigestion, I think it must be gratitude.
Life is not so bad if you have plenty of luck, a good physique and not too much imagination.
A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.
Cogito ergo dim sum. (Therefore I think these are pork buns.)
I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartettes, chamber music, and cantatas.
Nothing gives one person so much advantage over another as to remain always cool and unruffled under all circumstances.