You have filled my tea with lumps of sugar, and though I asked most distinctly for bread and butter, you have given me cake. I am known for the gentleness of my disposition, and the extraordinary sweetness of my nature, but I warn you, Miss Cardew, you may go too far.

Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities.

Art only begins where Imitation ends.

Women treat us [men] like humanity treats gods – they worship us and keep bothering us to do something.

It was you I thought of all the time, I gave to them the love you did not need: lavished on them a love that was not theirs.

My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One of us has got to go.

I am not in favour of this modern mania for turning bad people into good people at a moment's notice.