In England, justice is open to all - like the Ritz Hotel.

Off we skip like the most heartless things in the world, which is what children are, but so attractive; and we have an entirely selfish time, and then when we have need of special attention we nobly return for it, confident that we shall be rewarded instead of smacked.

You find a glimmer of happiness in this world, there's always someone who wants to destroy it.

There are, I dare say, many lovers who would never have been drawn to each other had they met for the first time, as, say, they met the second time.

Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time.

How shall we ever know if it's morning if there's no servant to pull up the blinds?

Some of my plays peter out and some pan out.