Never miss a party...good for the nerves--like celery.

It's all life is. Just going 'round kissing people.

Basil, is that you?""No, mother, it's a burglar.

Through sheer ineptitude at escaping, they were edged into the room.

Probably more than any concrete vice or failing Amory despised his own personality - he loathed knowing that to-morrow and the thousand days after he would sell pompously at a compliment and sulk at an ill word like a third-rate musician or a first-class actor.

I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.

I'll drink your champagne. I'll drink every drop of it, I don't care if it kills me.

His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours.

Great art is the contempt of a great man for small art.