The final revelation is that Lying, the telling of beautiful untrue things, is the proper aim of Art. - Oscar Wilde

In old days books were written by men of letters and read by the public. Nowadays books are written by the public and read by nobody.

Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it. Women are so fond of using it. They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever. It is a meaningless word, too. The only difference between a caprice and a life-long passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.

A flower blossoms for its own joy.