The most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks one’s heart – hearts are made to be broken – but that it turns one’s heart to stone.
Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.
I love acting. It is so much more real than life.
She is very clever, too clever for a woman. She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness.
Work is the curse of the drinking classes.
Punctuality is the thief of time.
The one charm of the past is that it is the past.
One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing.
One has a right to judge a man by the effect he has over his friends.
I am tired of myself to-night. I should like to be somebody else.
Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.
I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.
Friendship is far more tragic than love. It lasts longer.
In old days books were written by men of letters and read by the public. Nowadays books are written by the public and read by nobody.
Misfortunes one can endure – they come from outside, they are accidents. But to suffer for one’s own faults – ah! – there is the sting of life.
You like every one; that is to say, you are indifferent to every one.
A man who does not think for himself does not think at all.
When a woman marries again, it is because she detested her first husband. When a man marries again, it is because he adored his first wife. Women try their luck; men risk theirs.
Irony is wasted on the stupid.
Hearts Live By Being Wounded.