Millionaire models are rare enough; but model millionaires are rarer still!

I don’t write this letter to put bitterness into your heart, but to pluck it out of mine. For my own sake I must forgive you.

God knows; I won't be an Oxford don anyhow. I'll be a poet, a writer, a dramatist. Somehow or other I'll be famous, and if not famous, I'll be notorious. Or perhaps I'll lead the life of pleasure for a time and then—who knows?—rest and do nothing. What does Plato say is the highest end that man can attain here below? To sit down and contemplate the good. Perhaps that will be the end of me too.

My dear fellow, the truth isn’t quite the sort of thing one tells to a nice, sweet, refined girl. What extraordinary ideas you have about the way to behave to a woman!

One must have some sort of occupation nowadays. If I hadn't my debts I shouldn't have anything to think about.

The sick do not ask if the hand that smoothes their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the lips that touch their brow have known the kiss of sin.

What is the good of friendship if one cannot say exactly what one means?