In matters of grave importance, style, not sincerity, is the vital thing.

But we never get back our youth… The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to.

The only things one never regrets are one's mistakes.

I am sick of women who love one. Women who hate one are much more interesting.

And if it feels good... Feel it!

Conscience and cowardice are really the same things, Basil. Conscience is the trade-name of the firm. That is all.

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.