Bohemia is nothing more than the little country in which you do not live. If you try to obtain citizenship in it, at once the court and retinue pack the royal archives and treasure and move away beyond the hills.
It was beautiful and simple as all truly great swindles are.
A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
You can't appreciate home till you've left it, money till it's spent, your wife till she's joined a woman's club, nor Old Glory till you see it hanging on a broomstick on the shanty of a consul in a foreign town.
She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).
If man knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they'd never marry.