The joy in life is to be used for a purpose. I want to be used up when I die.

She is immensely interested in him. She has even secret mischievous moments in which she wishes she could get him alone, on a desert island, away from all ties and with nobody else in the world to consider, and just drag him off his pedestal and see him making love like any common man.

If there was nothing wrong in the world there wouldn't be anything for us to do.

A man's own self is the last person to believe in him, and is harder to cheat than the rest of the world.

The British are apt to make merits of their stupidities, and to represent their various incapacities as points of good breeding.

There are no secrets better kept than the secrets everybody guesses.

The liar's punishment is not in the least that he is not believed, but that he cannot believe anyone else.