Art finds her own perfection within, and not outside of, herself. She is not to be judged by any external standard of resemblance.

As for the virtuous poor, one can pity them, of course, but one cannot possibly admire them. They have made private terms with the enemy, and sold their birthright for very bad pottage. They must also be extraordinarily stupid.

The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion-these are the two things that govern us.

A man who pays his bills on time is soon forgotten.

Bunbury? Oh, he was quite exploded. Exploded! Was he the victim of a revolutionary outrage? I was not aware that Mr. Bunbury was interested in social legislation. If so, he is well punished for his morbidity. My dear Aunt Augusta, I mean he was found out! The doctors found out that Bunbury could not , that is what I mean—so Bunbury died. He seems to have had great confidence in the opinion of his physicians.

If one hears bad music, it is one's duty to drown it by one's conversation.

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight.