Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master.

It is clear that the books owned the shop rather than the other way about. Everywhere they had run wild and taken possession of their habitat, breeding and multiplying, and clearly lacking any strong hand to keep them down.

It is really a hard life. Men will not be nice to you if you are not good-looking, and women will not be nice to you if you are.

Never worry about what you say to a man. They're so conceited that they never believe you mean it if it's unflattering.

Who is there who has not felt a sudden startled pang at reliving an old experience or feeling an old emotion?

There is something about conscious tact that is very irritating.

As life goes on it becomes tiring to keep up the character you invented for yourself, and so you relapse into individuality and become more like yourself everyday.