We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

Halfway Between the Gutter and the Stars

Fashion is what one wears oneself. What is unfashionable is what other people wear.

Let us have no machine-made ornament at all; it is all bad and worthless and ugly.

It was the passions about whose origin we deceived ourselves that tyrannized most strongly over us. Our weakest motives were those of whose nature we were conscious. It often happened that when we thought we were experimenting on others we were really experimenting on ourselves.

Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us