They were a society whose chief vocations were to entertain and be entertained.

That was how the heroine of a book would play it and Diana was still writing her own story the best heroines she'd always believed took their fate into their own hands.

It had been an awful thing to lose Henry the first time, to matrimony, but to discover what a false front he was capable of was another kind of blow, and it had left her almost speechless. Then there was the fury with herself—for she had known what Henry’s love was, and still she had gone back to suffer a little more at his hands.

You don’t need to marry a man with millions. You only need to be your exquisite self.

Love is all right, as things go, but lovers can be a terrible waste of a girl's time.

Gossip is just a tool to distract people who have nothing better to do from feeling jealous of those few of us still remaining with noble hearts.

A man is made in the rough-and-tumble of the world a lady emerges from the flossy back rooms of her own imagination.