Self denial is the shining sore on the leprous body of Christianity.
I love acting. It is so much more real than life.
The only thing to do with good advice is to pass it on. It is never of any use to oneself.
No woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.
All art is quite useless.
The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
Nowadays, all the married men live like bachelors, and all the bachelors like married men.
It is only the superficial qualities that last. Man's deeper nature is soon found out.
A man's very highest moment is, I have no doubt at all, when he kneels in the dust, and beats his breast, and tells all the sins of his life.
Crying is the refuge of plain women but the ruin of pretty ones.
On an occasion of this kind it becomes more than a moral duty to speak one's mind. It becomes a pleasure.
Alas, I am dying beyond my means.
One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.
Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.
One's real life is so often the life that one does not lead.
The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius.
If you pretend to be good, the world takes you very seriously. If you pretend to be bad, it doesn't. Such is the astounding stupidity of optimism.
To give an accurate description of what has never occurred is not merely the proper occupation of the historian, but the inalienable privilege of any man of parts and culture.
I sometimes think that God in creating man somewhat overestimated his ability.
The husbands of very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes.
Imagination is a quality given a man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is.
The intellect is not a serious thing, and never has been. It is an instrument on which one plays, that is all.
Plain women are always jealous of their husbands. Beautiful women never are. They are always so occupied with being jealous of other women's husbands.
A kiss may ruin a human life.
Literature always anticipates life. It does not copy it, but moulds it to its purpose. The nineteenth century, as we know it, is largely an invention of Balzac.