Well-bred English people never have imagination.

I imagine you come across a number of people who are disconcerted by the difference between what you do feel and what they fancy you ought to feel. It is fatal to pay the smallest attention to them.

[W]hen I see men callously and cheerfully denying women the full use of their bodies, while insisting with sobs and howls on the satisfaction of their own, I simply can't find it heroic, or kind, or anything but pretty rotten and feeble.

I have never regretted Paradise Lost since I discovered that it contained no eggs-and-bacon.

It is the first duty of a gentleman to remember in the morning who he went to bed with the night before.

A woman fit to be a man's wife is too good to be his servant.

The artist's knowledge of his own creative nature is often unconscious; he pursues his mysterious way of life in a strange innocence.