I am tired of myself to-night. I should like to be somebody else.
How clever you are, my dear! You never mean a single word you say.
Live the wonderful life that is in you.
To be born, or at any rate bred, in a hand-bag, whether it had handles or not, seems to me to display a contempt for the ordinary decencies of family life that reminds one of the worst excesses of the French Revolution.
I tried to visit Albania but I couldn't find it on the map.
I played with an idea, and grew willful; tossed it into the air; transformed it; let it escape and recaptured it; made it iridescent with fancy, and winged it with paradox.