My God, these folks don't know how to love - that's why they love so easily.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

But that is how men are! Ungrateful and never satisfied. When you don't have them they hate you because you won't; and when you do have them they hate you again, for some other reason. Or for no reason at all, except that they are discontented children, and can't be satisfied whatever they get, let a woman do what she may.

One should feel inside oneself for right and wrong, and should have the patience to gradually realise one's God.

The profoundest of all sensualities is the sense of truth and the next deepest sensual experience is the sense of justice.

Sentimentalism is the working off on yourself of feelings you haven't really got.

It always seemed to me that men wore their beards, like they wear their neckties, for show.