What is termed Sin is an essential element of progress. Without it the world would stagnate, or grow old, or become colourless.

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

Perhaps, after all, America never has been discovered. I myself would say that it had merely been detected.

Love is like a war; easy to start but hard to end and you never know where it might take you.

Miss Prism: Do not speak slightingly of the three-volume novel, Cecily. I wrote one myself in earlier days. Cecily: Did you really, Miss Prism? How wonderfully clever you are! I hope it did not end happily? I don't like novels that end happily. They depress me so much. Miss Prism: The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means.

The reason we are so pleased to find other people's secrets is that it distracts public attention from our own.

Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.