Don't be afraid. There are exquisite things in store for you. This is merely the beginning.

You have filled my tea with lumps of sugar, and though I asked most distinctly for bread and butter, you have given me cake. I am known for the gentleness of my disposition, and the extraordinary sweetness of my nature, but I warn you, Miss Cardew, you may go too far.

Too much work, and no vacation, Deserves at least a small libation. So hail! my friends, and raise your glasses, Work's the curse of the drinking classes.

Love is easily killed.

Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

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

As yet, Bernard Shaw hasn't become prominent enough to have any enemies, but none of his friends like him.