The final mystery is oneself.

Romance should never begin with sentiment. It should begin with science and end with a settlement. Nothing spoils romance so much as a sense of humor in the woman. When one is in love one always begins by deceiving oneself, and one always ends by deceiving others. This is what the world calls a romance.

The story of mankind began in a garden and ended in revelations.

Women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. That is the difference between the sexes.

They flaunt their conjugal felicity in one's face, as if it were the most fascinating of sins.

Thirty-five is a very attractive age. London society is full of women of the very highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained thirty-five for years.

They are always asking a writer why he does not write like somebody else, or a painter why he does not paint like somebody else, quite oblivious of the fact that if either of them did anything of the kind he would cease to be an artist.