Most people are boring and stupid.

I delight in men over seventy. They always offer one the devotion of a lifetime. Everybody.

There are works which wait, and which one does not understand for a long time; the reason is that they bring answers to questions which have not yet been raised; for the question often arrives a terribly long time after the answer.

One can realise a thing in a single moment, but one loses it in the long hours that follow with leaden feet.

I consider that for any man of culture to accept the standard of his age as a form of the grossest immorality.

Beautiful sins, like beautiful things, are the privilege of the rich.

The ancient historians gave us delightful fiction in the form of fact; the modern novelist presents us with dull facts under the guise of fiction.