I treated Art as the supreme reality and life as a mere mode of fiction.

There is always something infinitely mean about other people's tragedies.

The only proper intoxication is conversation.

Taking sides is the beginning of sincerity, and earnestness follows shortly afterwards, and the human being becomes a bore.

I don't like compliments, and I don't see why a man should think he is pleasing a woman enormously when he says to her a whole heap of things that he doesn't mean.

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 public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius.