Conscience makes egotists of us all.

Nothing spoils romance so much as a sense of humor in the woman.

I find him in the curves of certain lines$$$ in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours.

I never take any notice to what common people say$$$ and I never interfere with what charming people do.

Life cheats us with shadows. We ask it for pleasure. It gives it to us with bitterness and disappointment in its train.

By giving us the opinions of the uneducated$$$ journalism keeps us in touch with the ignorance of the community.

The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray.

It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information.

Memory is the diary that chronicles things that never happened or couldn't possibly have happened.

Everybody who is incapable of learning has taken to teaching.