Newspapers have degenerated. They may now be absolutely relied upon.

A woman's life revolves in curves of emotions. It is upon lines of intellect that a man's life progresses.

I always pass on good advice. It is the only thing to do with it. It is never of any use to oneself.

The worst of it is that I am perpetually being punished for nothing; this governor loves to punish, and he punishes by taking my books away from me. It's perfectly awful to let the mind grind itself away between the upper and nether millstones of regret and remorse without respite; with books my life would be livable -- any life.

I never saw so many well-dressed, well-fed, business-looking Bohemians in my life.

The only form of lying that is absolutely beyond reproach is lying for its own sake.

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.