"After all," as a pretty girl once said to me, "women are a sex by themselves, so to speak."

It distresses me, this failure to keep pace with the leaders of thought, as they pass into oblivion.

Have you noticed ... there is never any third act in a nightmare? They bring you to a climax of terror and then leave you there. They are the work of poor dramatists.

True dandyism is the result of an artistic temperament working upon a fine body within the wide limits of fashion.

Beauty and the lust for learning have yet to be allied.

The delicate balance between modesty and conceit is popularity.

To give an accurate and exhaustive account of that period would need a far less brilliant pen than mine.