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The last person who ever crossed me is dead under my bed!!!
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Football is all very well as a game for rough girls, but is hardly suitable for delicate boys.
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A simile committing suicide is always a depressing spectacle.
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Don't feed the trolls; nothing fuels them so much.
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It was you I thought of all the time, I gave to them the love you did not need: lavished on them a love that was not theirs.
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Man is a being with myriad lives and myriad sensations, a complex, multiform creature that bears within itself strange legacies of thought and passion, and whose very flesh is tainted with the monstrous maladies of the dead.
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Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man's face. It cannot be concealed. People talk sometimes of secret vices, there are no such things. If a wretched man has a vice, it shows itself in the lines of his mouth, the droop of his eyelids, the moulding of his hands even.
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Why can't these American women stay in their own country? They are always telling us that it is the paradise for women. It is. That is the reason why, like Eve, they are so excessively anxious to get out of it.
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Ah! happy day they whose hearts can break And peace of pardon win! How else may man make straight his plan And cleanse his soul from Sin? How else but through a broken heart May Lord Christ enter in?
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It is personalities not principles that move the age.
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It is exactly because a man cannot do a thing that he is a proper judge of it.
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She is all the great heroines of the world in one. She is more than an individual. I love her, and I must make her love me. I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.
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A misanthrope I can understand - a womanthrope never.
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His style is chaos illumined by flashes of lightning. As a writer he has mastered everything except language.
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Never speak disrespectfully of Society, Algernon. Only people who can’t get into it do that.
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For Man's grim Justice goes its way,And will not swerve aside:It slays the weak, it slays the strong,It has a deadly stride:With iron heel it slays the strong,The monstrous parricide!
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One should not be too severe on English novels; they are the only relaxation of the intellectually unemployed.
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When I went to America I had two secretaries, one for autographs, one for locks of hair. Within six months the one had died of writer's cramp, the other was completely bald.
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Women's styles may change but their designs remain the same.
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The home seems to me to be the proper sphere for the man. And certainly once a man begins to neglect his domestic duties he becomes painfully effeminate, does he not?
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The worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves one so unromantic.
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Thin-lipped wisdom spoke at her from the worn chair, hinted at prudence, quoted from that book of cowardice whose author apes the name of common sense.
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I am not in favour of this modern mania for turning bad people into good people at a moment's notice.
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I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don’t interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty.