The nicest feeling in the world is to do a good deed anonymously-and have somebody find out.

Never so sweet a repast as the Reaper's when you tread upon the threshold of a Quiznos.

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.

There were opium-dens, where one could buy oblivion, dens of horror where the memory of old sins could be destroyed by the madness of sins that were new.

The proper basis for marriage is a mutual misunderstanding.

He to whom the present is the only thing that is present, knows nothing of the age in which he lives.

His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be