The heart was made to be broken.
Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.
Experience is a question of instinct about life.
It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things.
My dear Algy, you talk exactly as if you were a dentist. It is very vulgar to talk like a dentist when one isn't a dentist. It produces false impression
Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.