Never trust a woman who wears mauve, whatever her age may be, or a woman over thirty-five who is fond of pink ribbons.

It can never be necessary to do what is not honourable.

The past could always be annihilated. Regret, denial, or forgetfulness could do that. But the future was inevitable.

Tread Lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.

Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others.

What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. And a sentimentalist, my dear Darlington, is a man who sees an absurd value in everything, and doesn't know the market place of any single thing.

Individualism has really the higher aim. Modern morality consists in accepting the standard of one's age.