“Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.”

Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is by far the best ending for one.

You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.

It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it.

I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one’s self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.

Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.

We live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessities.

I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.

Art is the only serious thing in the world. And the artist is the only person who is never serious.

A man’s face is his autobiography. A woman’s face is her work of fiction.

Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.

I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects.

I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.

Every woman is a rebel.

Who, being loved, is poor?

I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.

A false faith is capable of terrible and monstrous things.

What you do makes a difference, and you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make.

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

The wonder is, not that the field of stars is so vast, but that man has measured it.

Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.

I’d rather be disappointed by the truth than satisfied with a lie.

Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.