The good man has his regulation excellencies to strive after, his regulation sins to repent of.

I knew a good man who was quite troubled because he was not proud, and could not, therefore, with any reasonableness, pray for humility.

In society one must needs be cynical and mildly wicked: in Bohemia, orthodoxly unorthodox.

I remember my mother expostulating with a friend, an actress, who had left a devoted husband and eloped with a disagreeable, ugly, little low comedian (I am speaking of long, long ago).
"'You must be mad,' said my mother; 'what on earth induced you to take such a step ?' "'My dear Emma,' replied the lady; 'what else was there for me?
You know I can't act.

I had to do _something_ to show I was 'an artiste!' "We are dressed-up marionettes.