A good friend will always stab you in the front.
I find I have, and a heart doesnโt suit me, Windermere. Somehow it doesnโt go with modern dress. It makes one look old.
The gods bestowed on Max [Beerbohm] the gift of perpetual old age.
Art, like Nature, has her monsters
[on his deathbed in a Paris hotel room] Either this wallpaper goes, or I do.
You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages.