Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.
From someone who doesn’t want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette
The words that strike us are those that awake an echo in a zone we have already made our own—the place where we live—and the vibration enables us to find fresh starting points within ourselves.
No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.
We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten
The whole problem of life is this: how to break out of one’s own solitude, how to communicate with others.
Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.
Every luxury must be paid for and everything is a luxury starting with being in the world.
Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
The search for a new personality is futile what is fruitful is the human interest the old personality can take in new activities.
The search for a new personality is futile what is fruitful is the interest the old personality can take in new activities.
Whatever people may say the fastidious formal manner of the upper classes is preferable to the slovenly easygoing behaviour of the common middle class. In moments of crisis the former know how to act the latter become uncouth brutes.
No woman marries for money they are all clever enough before marrying a millionaire to fall in love with him first.
Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
Will power is only the tensile strength of one’s own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.
If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears.
The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.
The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
A man is never completely alone in this world. At the worst, he has the company of a boy, a youth, and by and by a grown man – the one he used to be.