The art of flirtation is dying. A man and woman are either in love these days or just friends. In the realm of love, reticence and sophistication should go hand in hand, for one of the joys of life is discovery. Nowadays, instead of progressing from vous to tu, from Mister to Jim, it's 'darling' and 'come to my place' in the first hour.

It's never what you say, but how you make it sound sincere.

The process of maturing is an art to be learned, an effort to be sustained.

It is privilege of living to be acutely, agonizingly conscious of the moment that is always present and always passing.

You cannot know what you do not feel.

The suppression of civil liberties is too many less a matter for horror than the curtailment of the freedom to profit.

Ribbons a-flutter and orchids a-tremble, Yearly the vigilant Daughters assemble, Affirming in fervid and firm resolutions Their permanent veto on all revolutions.