“Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.”

I am too fond of reading books to care to write them.

To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable.

Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one’s mistakes.

He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends.

There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.

To lose one parent, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.

The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything, except what is worth knowing.

It takes great deal of courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it.

It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.

A good friend will always stab you in the front.

The very essence of romance is uncertainty.

Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit.

Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.

Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.

Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.

We are all lost souls searching for someone to call home.

For being still can either bring one clarity or chaos. You decide what the silence is worth.

Loneliness has taught me more things about myself than love ever has.

Are you only surrounding yourself with people because they add to your life or are you filling a void?

The war of hearts has too many casualties.

To be a radical fight you within you – a solitary battle.

Do always wonder about your worth and remind yourself that even roses have their own thorns.

She is like a beautiful night. Full of stars and darkness.