A woman who doesn't lie is a woman without imagination and without sympathy.
I am not mad. I am eccentric perhaps--at least certain people say so; but as regards my profession. I am very much as one says, 'all there.
You'll be glad too, when the end comes.
Words, mademoiselle, are only the outer clothing of ideas.
The tragedy of life is that people do not change.
Bottled, was he?" Said Colonel Bantry, with an Englishman's sympathy for alcoholic excess. "Oh, well, can't judge a fellow by what he does when he's drunk? When I was at Cambridge, I remember I put a certain utensil - well - well, nevermind.