The Ideal Man should talk to us as if we were goddesses, and treat us as if we were children. He should refuse all our serious requests, and gratify every one of our whims. He should encourage us to have caprices, and forbid us to have missions. He should always say much more than he means, and always mean much more than he says.

I am afraid he has one of those terribly weak natures that are susceptible to influence.

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.

I can resist anything but the temptation to make a clever witticism.

To expect the unexpected shows a thoroughly modern intellect.

Those whom the gods love grow young.

The only possible form of exercise is to talk, not to walk.