Art without life is a poor affair.

All roads lead to Rome, and there were times when it might have struck us that almost every branch of study or subject of conversation skirted forbidden ground.

There are women who are for all your 'times of life.' They're the most wonderful sort.

The only success worth one's powder was success in the line of one's idiosyncrasy... what was talent but the art of being completely whatever one happened to be?

Money's a horrid thing to follow, but a charming thing to meet.

...and the great advantage of being a literary woman, was that you could go everywhere and do everything.

Don’t underestimate the value of irony—it is extremely valuable.