High heels were invented by a woman who had been kissed on the forehead.

There are three ingredients in the good life: learning, earning and yearning.

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.

Perhaps this is an age when men think bravely of the human spirit; for surely they have a strange lust to lay it bare.

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.

The evening papers print what they do and get away with it because by afternoon the human mind is ruined anyhow.

It will be a shock to men when they realize that thoughts that were fast enough for today are not fast enough for tomorrow. But thinking tomorrow's thoughts today is one kind of future life.