We women, as some one says, love with our ears, just as you men love with your eyes.

...The two great turning-points of my life were when my father sent to Oxford, and when society sent me to prison.

True contentment is not having everything, but in being satisfied with everything you have.

What fire does not destroy, it hardens

Bunbury? Oh, he was quite exploded. Exploded! Was he the victim of a revolutionary outrage? I was not aware that Mr. Bunbury was interested in social legislation. If so, he is well punished for his morbidity. My dear Aunt Augusta, I mean he was found out! The doctors found out that Bunbury could not , that is what I mean—so Bunbury died. He seems to have had great confidence in the opinion of his physicians.

The only form of lying that is absolutely beyond reproach is lying for its own sake.

What is beautiful is a joy for all seasons.