There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.

I never read a book I must review; it prejudices you so.

When good Americans die, they go to Paris" "Where do bad Americans go?" "They stay in America

A poet can survive everything but a misprint.

No one wants to see a play called 'Lady Windermere's Fan'. It's going to be called 'Cocks in Frocks II' or I will find another publisher

The quivering, ardent sunlight showed him the lines of cruelty round the mouth as clearly as if he had been looking into a mirror after he had done some dreadful thing.

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.