There is more to be said for stupidity than people imagine. Personally I have a great admiration for stupidity. It is a sort of fellow-feeling, I suppose.

Popularity is the crown of laurel which the world puts on bad art. Whatever is popular is wrong.

The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.

Oh, I don’t care about Jack. I don’t care for anybody in the whole world but you. I love you, Cecily. You will marry me, won’t you? You silly boy! Of course. Why, we have been engaged for the last three months. For the last three months?

Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes.

Good intentions are invariably ungrammatical.

Marriage is the one subject on which all women agree and all men disagree.