To your generation, I must represent the literary equivalent of tufted furniture and gas chandeliers.

Happiness is a work of art. Handle with care.

She would not have put herself out so much to say so little.

Yes, you have been away a very long time.' 'Oh, centuries and centuries; so long,' she said, 'that I'm sure I'm dead and buried and this dear old place is heaven.

Damn words; they're just the pots and pans of life, the pails and scrubbing-brushes. I wish I didn't have to think in words.

What's the use of making mysteries? It only makes people want to nose 'em out.

Mrs. Ballinger is one of the ladies who pursue Culture in bands, as though it were dangerous to meet it alone.