An unread book is just a block of paper.

An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmaster of ever afterwards.

There used to be two kinds of kisses: First when girls were kissed and deserted; second, when they were engaged. Now there's a third kind, where the man is kissed and deserted. If Mr. Jones of the nineties bragged he'd kissed a girl, everyone knew he was through with her. If Mr. Jones of 1919 brags the same, everyone knows it's because he can't kiss her any more. Given a decent start any girl can beat a man nowadays.

To most women art is a form of scandal.

You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known—and even that is an understatement.

She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well.

Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses-