But in that moment she realized how false most smiles were and what a tremendous waste of time.

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.

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.

She should have know that villains often come with pretty faces.

The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.

Henry was thinking of the younger Holland sister of the way she could go from being an impetuous girl to a knowing woman in a few seconds and never lose the stars in her eyes.

That is what I want to tell you about: the girls with their short skirts and bright eyes and big-city dreams. The girls of 1929.