There is much to be said in favour of modern journalism. By giving us the opinions of the uneducated, it keeps us in touch with the ignorance of the community.
There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.
There is always something infinitely mean about other people’s tragedies.
There is always more brass than brains in an aristocracy.
There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel that no one else has a right to blame us.
There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating – people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing.
There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.
There are few things easier than to live badly and to die well.
The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast.
The world has grown so suspicious of anything that looks like a happy married life.
The well-bred contradict other people. The wise contradict themselves.
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
