I'm sure I don't know half the people who come to my house. Indeed, from all I hear, I shouldn't like to.
The morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium.
There is no such thing as morality or immorality in thought. There is immoral emotion.
The face of the enemy frightens me only when I see how much it resembles me
I find I have, and a heart doesnโt suit me, Windermere. Somehow it doesnโt go with modern dress. It makes one look old.
We are never more true to ourselves than when we are inconsistent.