Artists, like the Greek gods, are only revealed to one another.

What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. And a sentimentalist, my dear Darlington, is a man who sees an absurd value in everything, and doesn't know the market place of any single thing.

I now see that sorrow, being the supreme emotion of which man is capable, is at once the type and test of all great art.

Don't give a woman advice; one should never give a woman anything she can't wear in the evening.

I never approve, or disapprove, of anything now. It is an absurd attitude to take towards life.

To know anything about oneself one must know all about others.

I never take any notice to what common people say, and I never interfere with what charming people do.