[When asked what was the inspiration for most of her work:] Need of money, dear.

The affair between Margot Asquith and Margot Asquith will live as one of the prettiest love stories in all literature.

People ought to be one of two things, young or dead.

Just begin a story with such a phrase as 'I remember Disraeli - poor old Dizz! - once saying to me, in answer to my poke in the eye,' and you will find me and Morpheus off in a corner, necking.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand.

Why, after all, should readers never be harrowed? Surely there is enough happiness in life without having to go to books for it.

A girl's best friend is her mutter.