Only mediocrities progress. An artist revolves in a cycle of masterpieces, the first of which is no less perfect than the last.

Pleasure without Champagne is purely artificial.

A man who marries without knowing Bunbury has a very tedious time of it.

Do not forget that small daily actions do or undo character.

Thinking is the most unhealthy thing in the world, and people die of it just as they die of any other disease. Fortunately, in England at any rate, thought is not catching.

Oh, how I vainly wished to the bearded man in the sky that I was Neapolitan. Why? So I could bring in a fine Neapolitan pest control to help with Queensberry's problem before it gets out of hand.

And certainly once a man begins to neglect his domestic duties he becomes painfully effeminate, does he not? And I don't like that. It makes men so very attractive.