All I want now is to look at life.

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I suppose it comes from the fact that none of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves.

I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect. I do not understand.

As for a spoiled life, no life is spoiled but one whose growth is arrested.

But somehow, I feel sure that if I lived in the country for six months, I should become so unsophisticated that no one would take the slightest notice of me.

Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.

When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies through the window.

Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on... The loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plentitude.

I quite admit that modern novels have many good points. All I insist on is that, as a class, they are quite unreadable.

One could never pay too high a price for any sensation.

Love is not fashionable anymore; the poets have killed it.

A truth ceases to be true when more than one person believes in it.

I remember having read somewhere, in some strange book, that when the gods wish to punish us they answer our prayers.

Well, she wore far too much rouge last night, and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of desperation in a woman.

One's past is what one is. It is the only way by which people should be judged.