Life is full of its disappointments, and I suppose the art of being happy is to disguise them as illusions.

There is no easy in the world neither hard everything is the same in a way.

He's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.

People talk vaguely about the innocence of a little child, but they take mighty good care not to let it out of their sight for twenty minutes.

The revenge of an elder sister may be long in coming, but, like a South-Eastern express, it arrives in its own good time.

I always say beauty is only sin deep.

The censorious said she slept in a hammock and understood Yeats's poems, but her family denied both stories.