Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.

How long could you love a woman who didn't love you, Cecil? A woman who didn't love me? Oh, all my life!

The more one analyses people, the more all reasons for analysis disappear. Sooner or later one comes to that dreadful universal thing called human nature.

An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.

Conversation should touch everything, but should concentrate itself on nothing.

You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages.

That is the mission of art - to make us pause and look at a thing a second time.