Self-satisfaction is the state of mind of those who have the happy conviction that they are not as other men.

Outrage, combining as it does shock, anger, reproach, and helplessness, is perhaps the most unmanageable, the most demoralizing of all the emotions.

I believe that an author who cannot control her characters is, like a mother who cannot control her children, not really fit to look after them.

Why it is that a garment which is honestly attractive in, say, 1910 should be honestly ridiculous a few years later and honestly charming again a few years later still is one of those things which are not satisfactorily to be explained and are therefore jolly and exciting and an addition to the perennial interest of life.

Mourning is not forgetting... It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust.

There are, fortunately, very few people who can say that they have actually attended a murder.

She rose and followed her bust from the room.