A young lady's most natural ally is her sister although sometimes our own relatives are as inscrutable to us as an antipodean.

He was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But when she tired to give him up he pursued her in her thoughts, stronger each time.

To look in the face of hard things and keep moving forward - that's what one has to do.

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

She felt so much aware of her own beauty it seemed inconceivable that everybody else wouldn't notice the difference too.

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.

Life was a short window and there was no sense in doing the wrong thing over and over even if it was so difficult to stop.