You are a Queen. Let mine be the joy of giving you your kingdom.

Why! Why! Why is the middle-class so stodgy - so utterly without a sense of humor?

I am poor - obscure - just eighteen years of age - with a rapacious appetite for everything and principles as light as my purse.

Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy, you can't build on it it's only good for wallowing in.

The truth is friendship is every bit as sacred and eternal as marriage.

Courage is like a disobedient dog, once it starts running away it flies all the faster for your attempts to recall it.

The ostrich burying its head in the sand does at any rate wish to convey the impression that its head is the most important part of it.