Parents learn a lot from their children about coping with life.

Allow me, in conclusion, to congratulate you warmly upon your sexual intercourse, as well as your singing.

Beware of men bearing flowers.

[My novel] took up the sweetest part of my mind and the rarest part of my imagination; it was like being in love and better. All day long when I was busy [...], I had my unfinished novel personified almost as a secret companion and accomplice following me like a shadow wherever I went, whatever I did.

It's a whydunnit in q-sharp major and it has a message: never talk to the sort of girls that you wouldn't leave lying about in your drawing-room for the servants to pick up.

One's prime is elusive. You little girls, when you grow up, must be on the alert to recognize your prime at whatever time of your life it may occur. You must then live it to the full.

I wouldn't take the Pope too seriously. He's a Pole first, a pope second, and maybe a Christian third.