Irony is the gaiety of reflection and the joy of wisdom.

Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.

Newspaper people, once celebrated as founts of ribald humor and uncouth fun, have of late lost all their gaiety, and small wonder.

Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere. Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind, spare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies.

If the art of an artist is the song of his life, a grave of sad melody, I must have sounded the note of gaiety in color.

"Ana?s, I don't know how to tell you what I feel. I live in perpetual expectancy. You come and the time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. And then it is too late. You numb me. [...] This is a little drunken, Ana?s. I am saying to myself "here is the first woman with whom I can be absolutely sincere." I remember your saying - "you could fool me, I wouldn't know it." When I walk along the boulevards and think of that. I can't fool you - and yet I would like to. I mean that I can never be absolutely loyal - it's not in me. I love women, or life, too much - which it is, I don't know. But laugh, Ana?s, I love to hear you laugh. You are the only woman who has a sense of gaiety, a wise tolerance - no more, you seem to urge me to betray you. I love you for that. [...]

Irony is the gaiety of reflection and the joy of wisdom.

Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe wings to the mind flight to the imagination and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.

Newspaper people once celebrated as founts of ribald humor and uncouth fun have of late lost all their gaiety and small wonder.

Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere. Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind spare to us our friends soften to us our enemies.