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

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

Then I though of reading -- the nice and subtle happiness of reading ... this joy not dulled by age, this polite and unpunishable vice, this selfish, serene, lifelong intoxication.

Thank Heaven, the sun has gone in, and I don't have to go out and enjoy it.

The lusts and greeds of the body scandalize the Soul but it has to come to heel.

There are people who, like houses, are beautiful in dilapidation.

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

Solvency is entirely a matter of temperament and not of income.

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

What's more enchanting than the voices of young people, when you can't hear what they say?

Charming people live up to the very edge of their charm, and behave just as outrageously as the world allows.

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?

What I like in a good author isn't what he says, but what he whispers.

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

To suppose, as we all suppose, that we could be rich and not behave as the rich behave, is like supposing that we could drink all day and keep absolutely sober.

This nice and subtle happiness of reading, this joy not chilled by age, this polite and unpunished vice, this selfish, serene life-long intoxication.

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

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

We grow with years more fragile in body, but morally stouter, and can throw off the chill of a bad conscience almost at once.

People before the public live an imagined life in the thought of others, and flourish or feel faint as their self outside themselves grows bright or dwindles in that mirror.

What joy can the years bring half so sweet as the unhappiness they've taken away?

There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.

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

The newest books are those that never grow old.

There is more felicity on the far side of baldness than young men can possibly imagine.

What things there are to write, if one could only write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach.

There are two things to aim at in life: first, to get what you want; and after that, to enjoy it. Only the wisest of mankind achieve the second.

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

When they come downstairs from their Ivory Towers, idealists are very apt to walk straight into the gutter.

The test of a vocation is the love of the drudgery it involves.

Thank heavens, the sun has gone in and I don't have to go out and enjoy it.

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

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

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

There is one thing that matters, to set a chime of words tinkling in the minds of a few fastidious people.

What is more mortifying than to feel that you have missed the plum for want of courage to shake the tree?

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.

To suppose as we all suppose, that we could be rich and not behave as the rich behave, is like supposing that we could drink all day and stay sober.

The indefatigable pursuit of an unattainable perfection, even though it consists in nothing more than in the pounding of an old piano, is what alone gives a meaning to our life on this unavailing star.

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

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

He who goes against the fashion is himself its slave.

The vitality of a new movement in Art must be gauged by the fury it arouses.

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

The denunciation of the young is a necessary part of the hygiene of older people, and greatly assists the circulation of the blood.

People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.

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

Many of our daydreams would darken into nightmares, were there a danger of their coming true!

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