As for an authentic villain, the real thing, the absolute, the artist, one rarely meets him even once in a lifetime. The ordinary bad hat is always in part a decent fellow.
Total absence of humor renders life impossible.
In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.
To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.
The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.
January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead.
It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanism of friendship.
I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.
You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.
Sit down and put down everything that comes into your head and then you're a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff's worth, without pity, and destroy most of it.
My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.