The amount of women in London who flirt with their own husbands is perfectly scandalous.
Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.
Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.[The Sphinx Without a Secret]
Who, being loved, is poor?
When one is in love one begins by deceiving oneself. And one ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
When good Americans die they go to Paris.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
Twenty years of romance make a woman look like a ruin; but twenty years of marriage make her something like a public building.
This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.
There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life’s sores the better.
The world is simply divided into two classes – those who believe the incredible, like the public – and those who do the improbable.
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
