I hate champagne more than anything in the world next to Seven-Up.

Oh, Teddy, darling, thank you, thank you, for restoring my cynicism. I was too young to lose it.

The world is wide, wide, wide, and I am young, young, young, and we’re all going to live forever!

That's my answer to the question what is your strongest emotion, if you ever want to ask me: Curiosity, old bean. Curiosity every time.

What’s the use of remembering anything? If it was unpleasant it was unpleasant and if it was pleasant it’s over.

A rowdy bunch on the whole, they were most of them so violently individualistic as to be practically interchangeable.

The vehemence of my moral indignation surprised me. Was I beginning to have standards and principles, and, oh dear, scruples? What were they, and what would I do with them, and how much were they going to get in my way?