Consistency is the last refuge of the unimagininative.

The amount of women in London who flirt with their own husbands is perfectly scandalous. It looks so bad. It is simply washing one's clean linen in public.

every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.

The stage is not merely the meeting place of all the arts, but is also the return of art to life.

A mask tells us more than a face.

We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it

I don't like compliments, and I don't see why a man should think he is pleasing a woman enormously when he says to her a whole heap of things that he doesn't mean.