What is more mortifying than to feel that you have missed the plum for want of courage to shake the tree?

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

Money and sex are forces too unruly for our reason; they can only be controlled by taboos with which we tamper at our peril.

Style is a magic wand, and turns everything to gold that it touches.

We need new friends; some of us are cannibals who have eaten their old friends up; others must have ever-renewed audiences before whom to re-enact the ideal version of their lives.

What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for beauty, and never see the dawn!

If they lost the incredible conviction that they can change their wives or husbands, marriage would collapse at once.