It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.

You know I'm old in some ways-in others-well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.

I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.

Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.

There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something that makes it worth while.

Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.

Who would not be pleased at carrying lamps helpfully through the darkness?