Life, Lady Stutfield, is simply a mauvais quart d’heure made up of exquisite moments.
Each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved.
Genius learns from nature, its own nature. Talent learns from art.
It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such an inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack of style.
Judges, like the criminal classes, have their lighter moments.
The face of the enemy frightens me only when I see how much it resembles me.
If the poor only had profiles there would be no difficulty in solving the problem of poverty.
God’s eternal laws are kind-and break the heart of stone.
I do not approve of anything which tampers with natural ignorance.
I dislike modern memoirs. They are generally written by people who have either entirely lost their memories, or have never done anything worth remembering.
One should never make one’s entrance with a scandal. One should reserve that to give an interest to one’s old age.
Never buy anything simply because it is expensive.
I am afraid he has one of those terribly weak natures that are susceptible to influence.
Marriage is hardly a thing one can do now and then, except in America.
Frank Harris has been received in all the great houses – once.
A mutual misunderstanding.
Women’s styles may change but their designs remain the same.
Her capacity for family affection is extraordinary. When her third husband died, her hair turned quite gold from grief.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. We all have clouds above us but some see their silver linings. We all face difficulties but some of us are grateful that they aren’t worse.
What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise for which we are later, in the fullness of time and understanding, very grateful.