To be in love is to surpass one's self.

Life, Lady Stutfield, is simply a mauvais quart d'heure made up of exquisite moments.

Miss Prism: Do not speak slightingly of the three-volume novel, Cecily. I wrote one myself in earlier days. Cecily: Did you really, Miss Prism? How wonderfully clever you are! I hope it did not end happily? I don't like novels that end happily. They depress me so much. Miss Prism: The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means.

The moment you think you understand a great work of art, it's dead for you.

The ages live in history through their anachronisms.

Fathers should be neither seen nor heard. That is the only proper basis for family life.

Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man's face. It cannot be concealed.