Say whatever your memory suggests is true; but add nothing and exaggerate nothing.

Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced -- true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering in a day.

I sat down and tried to rest. I could not; though I had been on foot all day, I could not now repose an instant; I was too much excited. A phase of my life was closing tonight, a new one opening tomorrow: impossible to slumber in the interval; I must watch feverishly while the change was being accomplished.

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.

Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.

Everyone else is just cocktails.

Love me, then, or hate me, as you will," I said at last, "you have my full and free forgiveness: ask now for God's, and be at peace.