The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid

You silly Arthur! If you knew anything about...anything, which you don't, you would know that I adore you. Everyone in London knows it except you. It is a public scandal the way I adore you. I have been going about for the last six months telling the whole of society that I adore you. I wonder you consent to have anything to say to me. I have no character left at all. At least, I feel so happy that I am quite sure I have no character left at all.

Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life.

If you are going to tell people the truth, you had better make them laugh or they will kill you.

I feel that if I kept it secret it might grow in my mind (as poisonous things grow in the dark) and take its place with the other terrible thoughts that gnaw me

Popularity is the one insult I have never suffered.

Be moderate in all things, including moderation.