... there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music, the fine arts, that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point, women should; but in a light way, you know.

I shall never love anybody. I can't love people. I hate them.' 'The time will come, dear, the time will come.

How unspeakably the lengthening of memories in common endears our old friends!

'Character," says Novalis, in one of his questionable aphorisms - character is destiny'.

Errors look so very ugly in persons of small means -one feels they are taking quite a liberty in going astray; whereas people of fortune may naturally indulge in a few delinquencies.

There is one order of beauty which seems made to turn heads. It is a beauty like that of kittens, or very small downy ducks making gentle rippling noises with their soft bills, or babies just beginning to toddle.

That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.