It is not what happens to people that is significant, but what they think happens to them.

A dance to the music of time.

One passes through the world knowing few, if any, of the important things about even the people with whom one has been from time to time in the closest intimacy.

Self-pity is essentially humorless, devoid of that lightness of touch which gives understanding of life.

Few persons who have ever sat for a portrait can have felt anything but inferior while the process is going on.

Dinner at the Huntercombes' possessed only two dramatic features - the wine was a farce and the food a tragedy.

I was impressed for the ten thousandth time by the fact that literature illuminates life only for those to whom books are a necessity. Books are unconvertible assets, to be passed on only to those who possess them already.