Scandal is gossip made tedious by morality.

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

The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.

Bore: a man who is never unintentionally rude.

There are moments, psychologists tell us, when the passion for sin, or what the world calls sin, so dominates a nature, that every fibre of the body, as every cell of the brain, seems to be instinct with fearful impulses. Men and women at such moments lose the freedom of their will. They move to their terrible end as automatons move. Choice is taken from them, and conscience is either killed, or, if it lives at all, lives but to give rebellion its fascination, and disobedience its charm.

Down the long and silent street, The dawn, with silver-sandaled feet, Crept like a frightened girl.

America had often been discovered before Columbus, but it had always been hushed up.