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

What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. And a sentimentalist, my dear Darlington, is a man who sees an absurd value in everything, and doesn't know the market place of any single thing.

Nowadays we are all of us so hard up that the only pleasant things to pay are compliments. They’re the only things we can pay.

To believe is very dull. To doubt is intensely engrossing. To be on the alert is to live, to be lulled into security is to die.

It is a vulgar error to suppose that America was ever discovered. It was merely detected.

When I was young, I was no one. Now, I'm worldwilde.

Life is too short to be taken seriously.