You silly Arthur! If you knew anything about...anything, which you don't, you would know that I adore you. Everyone in London knows it except you. It is a public scandal the way I adore you. I have been going about for the last six months telling the whole of society that I adore you. I wonder you consent to have anything to say to me. I have no character left at all. At least, I feel so happy that I am quite sure I have no character left at all.

There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel no one else has a right to blame us.

For an artist to marry his model is as fatal as for a gourmet to marry his cook: the one gets no sittings, and the other gets no dinners.

Anybody can have common sense, provided that they have no imagination.

I made your sorrow mine also, that you might have help in bearing it.

A writer is someone who has taught his mind to misbehave.

Caricature is the tribute which mediocrity pays to genius.