The truth isn’t quite the sort of think one tells to a nice, sweet, refined girl.
The true perfection of man lies, not in what man has, but in what man is.
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young.
The things people say of a man do not alter a man. He is what he is. Public opinion is of no value whatsoever.
The strength of women comes from the fact that psychology cannot explain us. Men can be analysed, women… merely adored.
The spirit of an age may be best expressed in the abstract ideal arts, for the spirit itself is abstract and ideal.
The salesman who knows nothing of what he is selling save that he is charging a great deal too much for it.
The real tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self-denial. Beautiful sins, like beautiful things, are the privilege of the rich.
The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius.
The public has always, and in every age, been badly brought up.
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.
