Anybody can write a three-volume novel. It merely requires a complete ignorance of both life and literature.

Nothing worth knowing can be taught.

All thought is immoral. Its very essence is destruction. If you think of anything, you kill it. Nothing survives being thought of.

Absolute catholicity of taste is not without its dangers. It is only an auctioneer who should admire all schools of art.

Crying is the refuge of plain women but the ruin of pretty ones.

Good resolutions are useless attempts to interfere with scientific laws. Their origin is pure vanity. Their result is absolutely nil. They give us, now and then, some of those luxurious sterile emotions that have a certain charm for the weak.... They are simply cheques that men draw on a bank where they have no account.

Its a beautiful woman's fate to be the subject of conversation where ever she goes