Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly

There were sins whose fascination was more in the memory than in the doing of them, strange triumphs that gratified the pride more than the passions, and gave to the intellect a quickened sense of joy, greater than any joy they brought, or could ever bring, to the senses.

We have really everything in common with America nowadays, except, of course, language.

The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.

If you are going to tell people the truth, you had better make them laugh or they will kill you.

The only way to even approach doing something perfectly is through experience, and experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.

I am tired of myself to-night. I should like to be somebody else.