One of the evils of money is that it tempts us to look at it rather than at the things that it buys.

Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.

But this time I'm not to blame; I want you to believe that. I simply slipped into those violets. No, I want to be really truthful. I am a little to blame. The sky, you know, was gold, and the ground all blue, and for a moment he looked like some one in a book.

But why I cry out against Rubens is because he painted undressed people instead of naked ones.

If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.

One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.

Riposte of "that old lady in the anecdote who was accused by her nieces of being illogical," Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish! How can I tell what I think till I see what I say?