Who is that man over there? I don't know him. What is he doing? Is he a conspirator? Have you searched him? Give him till tomorrow to confess, then hang him! -- hang him!

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.

The only real people are the people who never existed.

It is better to be beautiful than to be good. But... it is better to be good than to be ugly.

A publisher is simply a useful middle-man.

What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

Miss Prism: Do not speak slightingly of the three-volume novel, Cecily. I wrote one myself in earlier days. Cecily: Did you really, Miss Prism? How wonderfully clever you are! I hope it did not end happily? I don't like novels that end happily. They depress me so much. Miss Prism: The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means.