Men are such cowards. They outrage every law in the world and are afraid of the world's tongue.

There is no man who is not, at each moment, what he has been and what he will be.

Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.

Her love was trembling in laughter on her lips.

Football is all very well as a game for rough girls, but is hardly suitable for delicate boys.

As yet, Bernard Shaw hasn't become prominent enough to have any enemies, but none of his friends like him.

I may have said the same thing before... but my explanation, I am sure, will always be different.