The bachelors admired freedom is often a yoke, for the freer a man is to himself the greater slave he often is to the whims of others.

There is something distinguished about even his failures; they sink not trivially, but with a certain air of majesty, like a great ship, its flags flying, full of holes.

Love is the emotion that a woman feels always for a poodle dog and sometimes for a man.

Criticism is the windows and chandeliers of art: it illuminates the enveloping darkness in which art might otherwise rest only vaguely discernible, and perhaps altogether unseen.

Like everybody else, when I don't know what else to do, I seem to go in for catching colds.

In the theatre, a hero is one who believes that all women are ladies, a villain one who believes that all ladies are women.

Whenever a man encounters a woman in a mood he doesn't understand, he wants to know if she's tired.