There is no such thing as a heterosexual male, only men who haven't met Oscar Wilde yet.

She was a curious woman, whose dresses always looked as if they had been designed in a rage and put on in a tempest. She was usually in love with somebody, and, as her passion was never returned, she had kept all her illusions. She tried to look picturesque, but only succeeded in being untidy.

Surely Love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the marketplace. It may not be purchased of the merchants, for can it be weighed out in the balance for gold.

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.

I always like to know everything about my new friends, and nothing about my old ones.

Men always want to be a woman's first love. That is their clumsy vanity. We women have a more subtle instinct about things.

The moment you think you understand a great work of art, it's dead for you.