It is quite true that I have worshipped you with far more romance of feeling than a man usually gives to a friend. Somehow, I had never loved a woman. I suppose I never had time. Perhaps, as Harry says, a really grande passion is the privilege of those who have nothing to do, and that is the use of the idle classes in a country

Art persists, it timelessly continues.

I find I have, and a heart doesn’t suit me, Windermere. Somehow it doesn’t go with modern dress. It makes one look old.

Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.

There is only one real tragedy in a woman's life. The fact that her past is always her lover, and her future invariably her husband.

There is something very morbid about modern sympathy with pain.

The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. To test Reality we must see it on the tight-rope.