I have nothing to declare except my genuis.

Ones real life is often the life that one does not lead.

As for borrowing Mr. Whistler's ideas about art, the only thoroughly original ideas I have heard him express have had reference to his own superiority as a painter over painters greater than himself.

Oh, I love London Society! It is entirely composed now of beautiful idiots and brilliant lunatics. Just what Society should be.

When people talk to us about others they are usually dull. When they talk to us about themselves they are nearly always interesting.

Ah, on what little things does happiness depend.

Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.