Then there was a man who said, 'I never knew what real happiness was until I got married; by then it was too late'

Life, Lady Stutfield, is simply a mauvais quart d'heure made up of exquisite moments.

He would stab his best friend for the sake of writing an epigraph on his tombstone.

I am not in favour of this modern mania for turning bad people into good people at a moment's notice.

Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.

Oh, brothers! I don't care for brothers. My elder brother won't die, and my younger brothers seem never to do anything else.

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.