Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.

Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me, and then show me the place where he was hanged.

I have done so many things in my life," she said to the mirror. "Evil things, perhaps. But never unattentively, never wastefully...was I wrong?

The appalling thing is the degree of charity women are capable of. You see it all the time... love lavished on absolute fools. Love's a charity ward, you know.

Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.

I have been thinking about the girl I met last night in the mirror: dark on the marble-ivory white: glossy black hair: deep suspiring eyes in which one's glances sink because they are nervous, curious, turned to sexual curiosity.

Science is the poetry of the intellect and poetry the science of the heart's affections.