The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.

I know that you're selfish, selfish beyond words, and I know that you haven't the nerve of a rabbit, I know you're a liar and a humbug, I know that you're utterly contemptible. And the tragic part is'--her face was on a sudden distraught with pain--'the tragic part is that notwithstanding I love you with all my heart.

Oh, it's always the same,' she sighed, 'if you want men to behave well to you, you must be beastly to them; if you treat them decently they make you suffer for it.

Love is what happens to a man and woman who don't know each other

Men have an extraordinarily erroneous opinion of their position in nature; and the error is ineradicable.

The prestige you acquire by being able to tell your friends that you know famous men proves only that you are yourself of small account