To introduce real people into a novel or a play is a sign of an unimaginative mind, a coarse, untutored observation and an entire absence of style.
Time is a waste of money.
You come down here to console me. That is charming of you. You find me consoled, and you are furious. How like a sympathetic person!
Good heavens! how marriage ruins a man! It’s as demoralizing as cigarettes, and far more expensive.
When a man marries again, it is because he adored his first wife. Women try their luck; men risk theirs.” “Narborough wasn’t perfect,” cried the old lady.
all art is quite useless
Circumstances are the lashes laid on to us by life. Some of us have to receive them with bared ivory backs, and others are permitted to keep on a coat–that is the only difference.
Common sense, indeed!
A burnt child loves the fire.
One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.