Don't imagine that your perfection lies in accumulating or possessing external things. Your affection is inside of you.

Nothing should be out of the reach of hope. Life is a hope.

In England people actually try to be brilliant at breakfast. That is so dreadful of them! Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.

The intellect is not a serious thing, and never has been. It is an instrument on which one plays, that is all.

Lo! with a little rod I did but touch the honey of romance — And must I lose a soul's inheritance?

Pleasure is Nature's test, her sign of approval.

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