Any woman can fool a man if she wants to and if he's in love with her.

Authors were shy, unsociable creatures, atoning for their lack of social aptitude by inventing their own companions and conversations.

You know, Emily was a selfish old woman in her way. She was very generous, but she always wanted a return. She never let people forget what she had done for them - and, that way she missed love.

I don't go in for being sorry for people. For one thing it's insulting. One is only sorry for people when they're sorry for themselves. Self-pity is one of the biggest stumbling blocks in the world today.

I can think of nothing more soul destroying in life than to persist in trying to do a thing you want desperately to do well, and to know that you are at the best second rate.

I have always been so sure - too sure... But now I am very humble and I say like a little child: "I do not know..."

Prisoners at the bar, have you anything to say in your defence?