Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others.
After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, and that is the most horrible thing in the world.
I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.
Experience is one thing you can’t get for nothing.
I love to talk about nothing. It’s the only thing I know anything about.
Conformity is the last refuge of the unimaginitive.
I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.
How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?
Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
In matters of grave importance, style, not sincerity, is the vital thing.
As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her daughter, she is perfectly satisfied.
I hate people who are not serious about meals. It is so shallow of them.
People who count their chickens before they are hatched act very wisely because chickens run about so absurdly that it’s impossible to count them accurately.
Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is conversation, and conversation must have a common basis, and between two people of widely different culture the only common basis possible is the lowest level.
I have no objection to anyone’s sex life as long as they don’t practice it in the street and frighten the horses.
Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.
I never change, except in my affections.
Each of us has heaven and hell in him...
A kiss may ruin a human life.
I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything.