... the mere thought of going near a man who is not mellowly pickled, and whose breath reeks of his native fleshy self, is squeamishly unpalatable to me.

I don't trust sentimentality in men; it goes with tyranny; you can't have one without the other.

The wretched Artist himself is alternatively the lowest worm that ever crawled when no fire is in him; or the loftiest God that ever sand when the fire is going.

When the desire is on for one particular person, nobody else will do.

One should never go back to a place one has loved; for, however, rough the going forward is, it is better than the snuffing out-of-love return.

there is this malign curse laid on dipsomaniacs. That they must absolutely have a drink: in order to feel strong enough to stop drinking.

My bitterness is not an abstract substance, it is as solid as a Christmas cake; I can cut it in slices and hand it round and there is still plenty left, for tomorrow.

England, where nobody ever says what they mean: and by denying feeling, kill it off stone-cold at the roots.

Jealousy is the lifelong noose hanging about the neck of love.

resignation, perhaps the most stifling word in the language.

I had got to the dawn of the beautiful not caring, but fully aware, stage, which degenerates so imperceptibly into the doing something unpermissible stage.

Learning is a great experience of life”.

You better get as much work as you can now because, once you get over 40, it’s over.

Love: It is like a cigar. If it goes out, you can light it again but it never tastes quite the same.

Courage, sacrifice, determination, commitment, toughness, heart, talent, guts. That's what little girls are made of; the heck with sugar and spice.

Forgiveness belongs to those who know how to love in the first place.

I do choose to write for a living - in addition to writing plays. I no longer write sitcoms, and I no longer feel shame.

I believe that in the end that it is kindness and accommodation that are all the catalysts for real change.

The fox often offers the duck its pond.

Women being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the walls.

The political scene is already so turgid, it doesn't need more of that from me.