There are no little events with the heart. It magnifies everything; it places in the same scales the fall of an empire of fourteen years and the dropping of a woman's glove, and almost always the glove weighs more than the empire.

Six weeks with a fever is an eternity.

When will conventional good manners become attractive? When will ladies of fashion exhibit their shoulders a little less and their affability and wit a little more?

Virtue, perhaps, is nothing more than politeness of soul.

He's got his dog trained so that it only does it on newspapers. The trouble is it does it when he's reading the blasted things.

A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.

Woman has this in common with angels, that suffering beings belong especially to her.