The trouble with lies was that once started, the fiction had to be continued, and it was hard always to be remembering details that you had made up upon the spur of the moment.

When men are scared of a woman, they always accuse her of being mannish.

People make one happy, not houses? I do not think so. Houses are more to be trusted than people.

One's first love is always perfect until one meets one's second love.

It is a sadness of growing older that some of us lose our ardent appreciation of what is new and different and difficult.

There are people who may be trusted, men as well as women. There are are as many difference in their natures as there are flowers in these meadows.

The first rule of life is to reveal nothing, to be exceptionally cautious in what you say, in whatever company you may find yourself. If you have a secret, you have only to whisper it to your dearest friend with the strictest injunction that it will go no further, and within half a day the story is all over town, and when you do make what would seem to be a perfectly sensible remark, you will find it reported in the most grotesque form, thus incurring no end of criticism to rebound upon you.