Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.
There is always something infinitely mean about other people's tragedies.
We quaff the cup of life with eager haste without draining it, instead of which it only overflows the brim objects press around us, filling the mind with the throng of desires that wait upon them, so that we have no room for the thoughts of death.
Please do not shoot the pianist. He is doing his best.
Of course the music is a great difficulty. You see, if one plays good music, people don't listen, and if one plays bad music people don't talk.
The sign of a Philistine age is the cry of immorality against art.
I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciosness, to wake their ashes in pain.
Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
The English country gentleman galloping after a fox the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable.
Nothing is good in moderation. You cannot know good in anything until you have torn the heart out of it by excess.
