I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die.
The happiness of a married man depends on the people he has not married.
Any preoccupation with ideas of what is right or wrong in conduct shows an arrested intellectual development.
I made your sorrow mine also, that you might have help in bearing it.
Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities.
The Number our envious Persons, confirmation our capability.
Life is not governed by will or intention. Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams.
It is only the sacred things that are worth touching.
The proper basis for marriage is mutual misunderstanding. The happiness of a married man depends on the people he has not married. One should always be in love – that’s the reason one should never marry.
Romantic literature is in effect imaginative lying.
I will not bare my soul to their shallow prying eyes. My heart shall never be put under their microscope.
American girls are as clever at concealing their parents as English women are at concealing their past.
I was dominated, soul, brain, and power by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.
The fatal errors of life are not due to man’s being unreasonable: an unreasonable moment may be one’s finest moment. They are due to man’s being logical.
Friendship never forgets. That is the wonderful thing about it.
I write because it gives me the greatest possible artistic pleasure to write. If my work pleases the few I am gratified. As for the mob, I have no desire to be a popular novelist. It is far too easy.
The modern sympathy with invalids is morbid. Illness of any kind is hardly a thing to be encouraged in others.
To exercise power costs effort and demands courage. That is why so many fail to assert rights to which they are perfectly entitled – because a right is a kind of power but they are too lazy or too cowardly to exercise it. The virtues which cloak these faults are called patience and forbearance.
The British cook, for her iniquities, is a foolish woman who should be turned into a pillar of salt which she never knows how to use.
So lets knock a couple back and make some noise.