If I hadn't believed it, then I wouldn't have seen it

I don't like compliments, and I don't see why a man should think he is pleasing a woman enormously when he says to her a whole heap of things that he doesn't mean.

I prefer women with a past. They're always so damned amusing to talk to.

As I lounged in the Park, or strolled down Piccadilly, I used to look at everyone who passed me, and wonder, with mad curiosity, what sort of lives they led. some of them fascinated me. Others filled me with terror.

I am afraid that woman appreciate cruelty, downright cruelty, more than anything else. They have wonderfully primitive instincts. We have emancipated them, but they remain slaves looking for their masters, all the same. They love being dominated.

It is very vulgar to talk about one's own business. Only people like stockbrokers do that, and then only at dinner parties.

The British cook, for her iniquities, is a foolish woman who should be turned into a pillar of salt which she never knows how to use.