We need two kinds of acquaintances, one to complain to, while to the others we boast.

There are people who, like houses, are beautiful in dilapidation.

What joy can the years bring half so sweet as the unhappiness they've taken away?

I am one of the unpraised, unrewarded millions without whom Statistics would be a bankrupt science. It is we who are born, who marry, who die, in constant ratios.

But why wasn't I born, alas, in an age of Adjectives; why can one no longer write of silver-shedding Tears and moon-tailed Peacocks, of eloquent Death, of the Negro and star-enameled Night?

Don't tell friends their social faults; they will cure the fault and never forgive you.

The ladies who try to keep their beauty are the ladies who lose it.