Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.

When I had to fill in my immigration papers, I gave my age as 19, and my profession as genius; I added that I had nothing to declare except my talent.

There is nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It is a thing no married man knows anything about.

Veni vidi veni iterum! (I came, I saw, I came again!)

George Moore leads his readers to the latrine and locks them in.

I have always been of opinion that a man who desires to get married should know either everything or nothing.

It is Nature who makes our artists for us, though it may be Art who taught them their right mode of expression.