Nobody with any real sense of humor *can* write a love story. . . . Shakespeare is the exception that proves the rule. (90-91)

You are the only person who loves me in the world," said Elizabeth. "When you talk to me I smell violets.

brains last, beauty doesn't.

There is nothing more aggravating than a man who won't talk back - unless it is a woman who won't.

She seemed to walk in an atmosphere of things about to happen.

I love pretty things; and I hate to look in the glass and see something that isn't pretty. It makes me feel so sorrowful—just as I feel when I look at any ugly thing. I pity it because it isn't beautiful.

Human nature is not obliged to be consistent.