I suppose society is wonderfully delightful. To be in it is merely a bore. But to be out of it is simply a tragedy.

To disagree with three-fourths of the British public is one of the first requisites of sanity.

It is better to have a permanent income than to be fascinating.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

She is very clever, too clever for a woman. She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness.

Nothing is so aggravating than calmness.

For life is terribly deficient in form. Its catastrophes happen in the wrong way and to the wrong people. There is a grotesque horror about its comedies, and its tragedies seem to culminate in farce.