It was only in the theatre that I lived

Love does not traffic in a marketplace, nor use a huckster's scales. Its joy, like the joy of the intellect, is to feel itself alive. The aim of Love is to love: no more, and no less. You were my enemy: such an enemy as no man ever had. I had given you all my life, and to gratify the lowest and most contemptible of all human passions, hatred and vanity and greed, you had thrown it away. In less than three years you had entirely ruined me in every point of view. For my own sake there was nothing for me to do but to love you.

London is full of women who trust their husbands. One can always recognize them. They look so thoroughly unhappy.

Actions are the first tragedy in life, words are the second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are merciless. . .

After a good quality dinner one will be able to forgive anybody, still one's own relations.

Self-denial is simply a method by which arrests his progress, and self-sacrifice a survival of the mutilation of the savage.

It is because Humanity has never known where it was going that it has been able to find its way.