Tread Lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.

It was only in the theatre that I lived

Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities.

The well bred contradict other people. The wise contradict themselves.

All art is quite useless.

I never came across anyone in whom the moral sense was dominant who was not heartless, cruel, vindictive, log-stupid, and entirely lacking in the smallest sense of humanity. Moral people, as they are termed, are simple beasts.

If you want to be witty, say what you think at all times