The youth of the present day are quite monstrous. They have absolutely no respect for dyed hair.

A man whose desire is to be something separate from himself, to be a member of Parliament, or a successful grocer, or a prominent solicitor, or a judge, or something equally tedious, invariably succeeds in being what he wants to be. That is his punishment. Those who want a mask have to wear it.

They've promised that dreams can come true - but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.

You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit.

And if life be, as it surely is, a problem to me, I am no less a problem to life.

Bunbury? Oh, he was quite exploded. Exploded! Was he the victim of a revolutionary outrage? I was not aware that Mr. Bunbury was interested in social legislation. If so, he is well punished for his morbidity. My dear Aunt Augusta, I mean he was found out! The doctors found out that Bunbury could not , that is what I mean—so Bunbury died. He seems to have had great confidence in the opinion of his physicians.

They flaunt their conjugal felicity in one's face, as if it were the most fascinating of sins.