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

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

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?

I’ve never wanted to meet anyone I’ve been introduced to. I want to meet all the other people.

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

What is always overlooked is that although the poor want to be rich, it does not follow that they either like the rich or that they in any way want to emulate their characters which, in fact, they despise. Both the poor and the rich have always found precisely the same grounds on which to complain about each other. Each feels the other has no manners, is disloyal, corrupt, insensitive - and has never put in an honest day's work in its life.

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