Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others.
I always like to know everything about my new friends, and nothing about my old ones.
He knew the precise psychological moment when to say nothing.
I find it harder and harder every day to live up to my blue china.
The weather is entrancing, but in my heart there is no sun.
What we have to do, what at any rate it is our duty to do, is to revive the old art of Lying.