Philanthropy [has become] simply the refuge of people who wish to annoy their fellow creatures.

Young people, nowadays, imagine that money is everything. Yes, murmured Lord Henry, settling his button-hole in his coat; and when they grow older they know it.

Dear little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘you tell me of marvelous things, but more marvelous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery.

Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.

I will not bare my soul to their shallow prying eyes. My heart shall never be put under their microscope.

I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if only one hides it.

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.