He knew the precise psychological moment when to say nothing.

The only thing in the world worse than being Oscar Wilde is not being Oscar Wilde.

The final mystery is oneself. When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens star by star, there still remains oneself. Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?

I never saw anybody take so long to dress, and with such little result.

She lives the poetry she cannot write.

Sometime you will find, even as I have found, that there is no such thing as romantic experience; there are romantic memories, and there is the desire of romance- that is all. Our most fiery moments of ecstasy are merely shadows of what somewhere else we have felt, or of what we long someday to feel

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