Illusion is the first of all pleasures.

If I am occasionally a little over-dressed$$$ I make up for it by being always immensely over-educated.

She is very clever$$$ too clever for a woman. She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness.

Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing$$$ it is always from the noblest motives.

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

Women have a much better time than men in this world; there are far more things forbidden to them.

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.

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses$$$ just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

As a queen sits down$$$ knowing that a chair will be there$$$<br>Or a general raises his hand and is given the field-glasses$$$<br>Step off assuredly into the blank of your mind.<br>Something will come to you.

Had the situation not been so tragic$$$ we might have laughed.