I wonder that no criminal has ever pleaded the ugliness of your city as an excuse for his crimes.
Hear no evil, speak no evil, and you won't be invited to cocktail parties.
Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
Personally, I have a great admiration for stupidity.
Beauty is a form of genius -- is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation.
To be born, or at any rate bred, in a hand-bag, whether it had handles or not, seems to me to display a contempt for the ordinary decencies of family life that reminds one of the worst excesses of the French Revolution.