If there is anything more annoying in the world than having people talk about you, it is certainly having no one talk about you.

You know I have loved him always. But we are very poor. Who, being loved, is poor? Oh, no one. I hate my riches. They are a burden.

The worst slave owners were those who were kind to their slaves

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.

One can survive everything, nowadays, except death, and live down everything except a good reputation.

As it was, we always misunderstood ourselves and rarely understood others. Experience was of no ethical value. It was merely the name men gave to their mistakes.

Popularity is the crown of laurel which the world puts on bad art. Whatever is popular is wrong.