Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs.

For life is terribly deficient in form. Its catastrophes happen in the wrong way and to the wrong people. There is a grotesque horror about its comedies, and its tragedies seem to culminate in farce.

Prism! Where is that baby?

The one charm about the past is that it is the past. But women never know when the curtain has fallen.

"I hope your hair curls naturally, does it?" "Yes, darling, with a little help from others."

The only thing that one really knows about human nature is that it changes. Change is the one quality we can predicate of it.

I love hearing my relations abused. It is the only thing that makes me put up with them at all. Relations are simply a tedious pack of people, who haven't got the remotest knowledge of how to live nor the smallest instinct about when to die.