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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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The best way to appreciate your job is to, is here to stay.
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The work of art is to dominate the spectator: the spectator is not to dominate the work of art.
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Men are such cowards. They outrage every law in the world and are afraid of the world's tongue.
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The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. To test Reality we must see it on the tight-rope.
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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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Only people who look dull ever get into the House of Commons, and only people who are dull ever succeed there.
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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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With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?
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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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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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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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Hear no evil, speak no evil, and you won't be invited to cocktail parties.
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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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It is a terrible thing for a man to find out suddenly that all his life he has been speaking nothing but the truth.
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Women's styles may change but their designs remain the same.
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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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There are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands.
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You silly Arthur! If you knew anything about...anything, which you don't, you would know that I adore you. Everyone in London knows it except you. It is a public scandal the way I adore you. I have been going about for the last six months telling the whole of society that I adore you. I wonder you consent to have anything to say to me. I have no character left at all. At least, I feel so happy that I am quite sure I have no character left at all.
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I won't belong to a club that accepts me as a member.
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Never trust a woman who wears mauve, whatever her age may be, or a woman over thirty-five who is fond of pink ribbons.
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I have been right, Basil, haven’t I, to take my love out of poetry, and to find my wife in Shakespeare’s plays? Lips that Shakespeare taught to speak have whispered their secret in my ear. I have had the arms of Rosalind around me, and kissed Juliet on the mouth.
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The worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves one so unromantic.
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They've promised that dreams can come true - but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.