I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty. But I am too busy thinking about myself.

I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.

Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.

Eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd.

Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.

I am patient with stupidity, but not with those who are proud of it.