Parsimony is enough to make the master of the golden mines as poor as he that has nothing; for a man may be brought to a morsel of bread by parsimony as well as profusion.
I would rather sleep in a bathroom than in another hotel.
Make subtlety obvious.
France is a place where the money falls apart in your hands but you can't tear the toilet paper.
A bad play folds and is forgotten, but in pictures we don't bury our dead. When you think it's out of your system, your daughter sees it on television and says, My father is an idiot.
The ultimate trick is to convince, persuade. Every single person out there is an idiot, but collectively they're a genius.
One's too many and a hundred's not enough.
The only thing in the world worth a damn is the strange, touching, pathetic, awesome nobility of the individual human spirit.
Compassionate action starts with seeing yourself when you start to make yourself right and when you start to make yourself wrong. At that point you could just contemplate the fact that there is a larger alternative to either of those, a more tender, shaky kind of place where you could live.
I believe in magical things happening and spiritual goings on. Sometimes the most mundane things can surprise you and be magical.
It is a mighty error to suppose that none but violent and strong passions, such as love and ambition, are able to vanquish the rest. Even idleness, as feeble and languishing as it is, sometimes reigns over them; it usurps the throne and sits paramount over all the designs and actions of our lives, and imperceptibly wastes and destroys all our passions and all our virtues.