The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret.

My dear young lady, there was a great deal of truth; I dare say, in what you said, and you looked very pretty while you said it, which is much more important.

Most of our modern portrait painters are doomed to absolute oblivion. They never paint what they see. They paint what the public sees, and the public never sees anything.

To have friends, you know, one need only be good-natured; but when a man has no enemy left there must be something mean about him.

I usually say what I really think. A great mistake nowadays. It makes one so liable to be misunderstood.

Don't run down dyed hair and painted faces. There is an extraordinary charm in them, sometimes.

To disagree with three-fourths of the British public is one of the first requisites of sanity.