The husbands of very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes. A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing. Imagination is a quality given a man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is. The intellect is not a serious thing, and never has been. It is an instrument on which one plays, that is all.
Plain women are always jealous of their husbands.
Beautiful women never are. The mind of the thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing. The liar at any rate recognizes that recreation, not instruction, is the aim of conversation, and is a far more civilized being than the blockhead who loudly expresses his disbelief in a story which is told simply for the amusement of the company. The man who says he has exhausted life generally means that life has exhausted him. Literature always anticipates life.