Health can be squandered, but not stored up.
Young men preen. Old men scheme.
Writers mean more than they say and say more than they mean.
Worried about being a dull fellow You might develop your talent for being irritating.
While there's life, there's fear.
When sages commend excess, Desire is sick.
When I prayed for success, I forgot to ask for sound sleep and good digestion.
When a man bores a woman, she complains. When a woman bores a man, he ignores her.
We are prepared for insults, but compliments leave us baffled.
We are more tied to our faults than to our virtues.
Unlike the actual, the fictional explains itself.
Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.
Three meals plus bedtime make four sure blessings a day.
The sage belongs to the same obsolete repertory as the virtuous maiden and the enlightened monarch.
The real secrets are not the ones I tell.
The power of lying is much less than the power of what is not to be discussed.
The novel avoids the sublime and seeks out the interesting.
The man in the street is always a stranger.
The higher the moral tone, the more suspect the speaker.
The gods are watching, but idly, yawning.
The discontented believe that their regrets are about the past.
The beloved is the ultimate fetish.
Taste refers to the past, imagination to the future.
Stated clearly enough, an idea may cancel itself out.
Sloth, not ill-will, makes me unjust.