Aestheticism is a search after the signs of the beautiful. It is the science of the beautiful through which men seek the correlation of the arts. It is, to speak more exactly, the search after the secret of life.

It is so easy to convince others; it is so difficult to convince oneself.

I have pleasures, and passions, but the joy of life is gone. I am going under: the morgue yawns for me. I go and look at my zinc-bed there. After all, I had a wonderful life, which is, I fear, over.

No woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.

The only way to atone for being occasionally overdressed is to be massively overeducated.

How clever you are, my dear! You never mean a single word you say.

When I went to America I had two secretaries, one for autographs, one for locks of hair. Within six months the one had died of writer's cramp, the other was completely bald.