I have nothing to declare but my genius, and this four-kilo bag of cocaine.

When you really want love you will find it waiting for you.

It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.

To be born, or at any rate bred, in a hand-bag, whether it had handles or not, seems to me to display a contempt for the ordinary decencies of family life that reminds one of the worst excesses of the French Revolution.

A man who moralizes is a hypocrite, and a woman who does so is invariably plain.

In the old days men had the rack. Now they have the Press.

As one reads history, not in the expurgated editions written for schoolboys and passmen, but in the original authorities of each time, one is absolutely sickened, not by the crimes that the wicked have committed, but by the punishments that the good have inflicted; and a community is infinitely more brutalised by the habitual employment of punishment than it is by the occasional occurrence of crime.