To shut one's eyes to half of life that one may live securely is as though one blinded oneself that one might walk with more safety in a land of pit and precipice.

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

I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die.

Mothers, of course, are all right. They pay a chap's bills and don't bother him. But fathers bother a chap and never pay his bills.

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.

Dullness is the coming of age of seriousness.

Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow one another like the withered leaves of Autumn; but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons and a possession for all eternity.