The sure way of knowing nothing about life is to try to make oneself useful.

Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.

The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing desultory wave Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand.

Conformity is the last refuge of the unimaginitive

In America the President reigns for four years, and Journalism governs forever and ever.

Why can't these American women stay in their own country? They are always telling us that it is the paradise for women. It is. That is the reason why, like Eve, they are so excessively anxious to get out of it.

The bright dawn flooded the room, and swept the fantastic shadows into dusky corners, where they lay shuddering.