We are never more true to ourselves than when we are inconsistent.

There is something tragic about the enormous number of young men there are in England at the present moment who start life with perfect profiles, and end by adopting some useful profession.

What you really are is a Bunburyist. I was quite right in saying you were a Bunburyist. You are one of the most advanced Bunburyists I know.

Never so sweet a repast as the Reaper's when you tread upon the threshold of a Quiznos.

Ethics, like natural selection, make existence possible. Aesthetics, like sensual selection, make life lovely and wonderful, fill it with new forms, and give it progress, and variety and change.

There is no country in the world where machinery is so lovely as in America.

How long could you love a woman who didn't love you, Cecil? A woman who didn't love me? Oh, all my life!