But don't you think one can be happy when on is married?Perfectly happy. But the happiness of a married man, my dear Gerald, depends on the people he has not married.But if one is in love?One should a...
Basil my dear boy puts everything that is charming in him into his work. The consequence is that he has nothing left for life but his prejudices his principles and his common sense. The only artists I...
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.
Ah! The strength of women comes from the fact that psychology cannot explain us. Men can be analyzed, women...merely adored.
The only way to atone for being occasionally a little over-dressed is by being always absolutely over-educated.
I have nothing to declare except my genius.
The world has grown suspicious of anything that looks like a happily married life.
What is termed Sin is an essential element of progress. Without it the world would stagnate, or grow old, or become colourless.
What is done is done. What is past is past.You call yesterday the past?What has the actual lapse of time got to do with it? It is only shallow people who require years to get rid of an emotion. A man...
The error all women commit. Why can’t you women love us, faultsand all? Why do you place us on monstrous pedestals? We have all feet ofclay, women as well as men; but when we men love women, we love t...
Oh I can't explain. When I like people immensely I never tell their names to any one. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make m...
Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone o...
It can never be necessary to do what is not honourable.
I am but too conscious of the fact that we are born in an age when only the dull are treated seriously, and I live in terror of not being misunderstood. Don't degrade me into the position of giving yo...
And alien tears will fill for him pity's long broken urn. For his mourners will all be outcast men, and outcasts always mourn.
All the spring may be hidden in the single bud, and the low ground nest of the lark may hold the joy that is to herald the feet of many rose-red dawns.
Why had it been left for a stranger to reveal him to himself?
But the bravest man among us is afraid of himself
You seem to forget that I am married, and the one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.