She was trying to sound tough and impatient, but she knew that vulnerable desire to be wooed was still brimming in her tone.

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

They will stop calling brides beautiful after today—you have simply set the standard too high,' he said.

It seemed to her as though everything that was good and true had been blasted out of the world. All those things had been crushed destroyed made to disappear.

Good girls hold their heads high by daylight, Their grace and their virtue soaring with kites, While bad girls slink along in their shame- Everyone stares at them, everyone blames. But those bad girls sleep soundly at night, Ne'er do their consciences wake them in a fright, While our good girls toss and they turn- They lay awake for those who will burn.

The headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

A lady must retain always her composure. Even in a rainstorm, she must appear joyous and dry. When she loses her composure, then the respect of her peers and her staff will follow in short order.