His style is chaos illumined by flashes of lightning. As a writer he has mastered everything except language.

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

Do you really keep a diary? I'd give anything to look at it. May I? Oh, no. You see, it is simply a very young girl's record of her own thoughts and impressions, and consequently meant for publication. When it appears in volume form I hope you will order a copy.

Always! That is the dreadful word ... it is a meaningless word, too.

I find I have, and a heart doesn’t suit me, Windermere. Somehow it doesn’t go with modern dress. It makes one look old.

To be popular I must be mediocre.

Private information is practically the source of every large modern fortune.