The only thing that can console one for being poor is extravagance.
As yet, Bernard Shaw hasn’t become prominent enough to have any enemies, but none of his friends like him.
Sin is the only real colour element left in modern life.
I could never quite accustom myself to absinthe, but it suits my style so well.
Bore: a man who is never unintentionally rude.
The husbands of very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes.
London is full of women who trust their husbands. One can always recognize them. They look so thoroughly unhappy.
Nobody of any real culture, for instance, ever talks nowadays about the beauty of sunset. Sunsets are quite old fashioned. To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. Upon the other hand they go on.
Bad artists always admire each other’s work. They call it being large-minded and free from prejudice. But a truly great artist cannot conceive of life being shown, or beauty fashioned, under any conditions other than those he has selected.
Better the rule of One, whom all obey, than to let clamorous demagogues betray our freedom with the kiss of anarchy.
Marriage is the one subject on which all women agree and all men disagree.
I like to do all the talking myself. It saves time, and prevents arguments.
There is more to be said for stupidity than people imagine. Personally I have a great admiration for stupidity. It is a sort of fellow-feeling, I suppose.
His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be.
The quivering, ardent sunlight showed him the lines of cruelty round the mouth as clearly as if he had been looking into a mirror after he had done some dreadful thing.
It is always with the best intentions that the worst work is done.
The best one can say of modern creative art is that it is just a little less vulgar than reality.
The supreme object of life is to live. Few people live. It is true life only to realize one’s own perfection, to make one’s every dream a reality.
One should not be too severe on English novels; they are the only relaxation of the intellectually unemployed.
Her love was trembling in laughter on her lips.