Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways.

She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.

Well, I don't like your clothes. You look perfectly ridiculous in them. Why on earth don't you go up and change? It's perfectly childish to be in mourning for a man who is actually staying a whole week with you in your house as a guest. I call it grotesque.

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written.

Whenever cannibals are on the brink of starvation, Heaven, in its infinite mercy, sends them a fat missionary.

Ah! The strength of women comes from the fact that psychology cannot explain us. Men can be analyzed, women...merely adored.

Young men want to be faithful, and are not. Old men want to be faithless, and cannot.