Gentlemen are overestimated, that is my experience.
A self-made man is one who believes in luck and sends his son to Oxford.
A woman can't be, until a girl dies. . . . I mean the sprites that girls are, so different from us, all their fancies, their illusions, their flower world, the dreams they live in.
About myself - no. I'm unimportant, an observer, a wandering animal.
I never wanted to marry anyone like my father; I always preferred those more shoddy.
It was easy to see how upsetting it would be if women began to love freely where love came to them. An abyss would open in the principal shopping street of every town.