Good, old-fashioned ways keep hearts sweet, heads sane, hands busy.

Where's the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I'm pretty or not?

I asked for bread, and I got a stone in the shape of a pedestal.

Elegance has a bad effect on my constitution.

Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her.

Men are always ready to die for us, but not to make our lives worth having. Cheap sentiment and bad logic.

He was the first, the only love her life, and in a nature like hers such passions take deep root and die-hard.