The only thing to do with good advice is to pass it on. It is never of any use to oneself.

I don't like compliments and I don't see why a man should think he is pleasing a woman enormously when he says to her a whole heap of things that he doesn't mean.

Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.

I had a strange feeling that Fate had in store for me exquisite joys and exquisite sorrows.

Bosie has insisted on stopping here for sandwiches. He is quite like a narcissus -- so white and gold. I will come either Wednesday or Thursday night to your rooms. Send me a line. Bosie is so tired: he lies like a hyacinth on the sofa, and I worship him. (letter from Oscar Wilde, 1892 - quoted from Love in a dark time by Colm Toibin).

Indeed, no woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.