The real weakness of England lies, not in incomplete armaments or unfortified coasts, not in the poverty that creeps through sunless lanes, or the drunkenness that brawls in loathsome courts, but simply in the fact that her ideals are emotional and not intellectual.

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

When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy.

A man can't be too careful in the choice of his enemies.

George Moore leads his readers to the latrine and locks them in.

What we have to do, what at any rate it is our duty to do, is to revive the old art of Lying.

The simplicity of your character makes you exquisitely incomprehensible to me.