Being a dandy is a condition rather than a profession. It is a defense against suffering and a celebration of life.

Being well-dressed gives a feeling of inward tranquility which psychoanalysis is powerless to bestow.

Everyone says Oscar Wilde was a dandy, but he wasn't - he was an aesthete. He took pleasure in food and stuff like that. Dandyism is much more austere - much more Calvinistic, more neurotic - it oscillates between narcissism and neurosis.

People who have a reputation for being evil are usually good.

You may look back on your life and accept it as good or evil. But it is far, far harder to admit that you have been completely unimportant; that in the great sum of things, all a man's endless grapplings are no more significant than the scuttlings of a cockroach.

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