He had heard people speak contemptuously of money: he wondered if they had ever tried to do without it.
It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched, for they are full of the truthless ideals which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real they are bruised and wounded.
Money is like a sixth sense without which you cannot make a complete use of the other five.
You know, there are two good things in life, freedom of thought and freedom of action.
People ask you for criticism, but they only want praise.
Like all weak men he laid an exaggerated stress on not changing one's mind.
Life isn't long enough for love and art.
Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem.
. . . impropriety is the soul of wit . . .