Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
She will never win him, whose words had shown she feared to lose.
I don't know much about being a millionaire, but I'll bet I'd be darling at it.
[Suggesting an epitaph for herself:] This is on me.
Woman wants monogamy; Man delights in novelty. Love is woman's moon and sun; Man has other forms of fun. Woman lives but in her lord; Count to ten, and man is bored. With this the gist and sum of it, What earthly good can come of it?
If I had any decency, I'd be dead. Most of my friends are.