Do you really keep a diary? I'd give anything to look at it. May I? Oh, no. You see, it is simply a very young girl's record of her own thoughts and impressions, and consequently meant for publication. When it appears in volume form I hope you will order a copy.

It is sweet to dance to violins When love and life are fair: To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes Is delicate and rare: But it is not sweet with nimble feet To dance upon the air!

I've now realised for the first time in my life the vital Importance of Being Earnest.

Paradoxically though it may seem, it is none the less true that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.

Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is conversation.

The only way a woman can ever reform a man is by boring him so completely that he loses all possible interest in life.

What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise [in the future. But only if we set out to make this true and anticipate it so we look for the blessings until we find them].