If we men married the women we deserved, we should have a very bad time of it.
This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.
Literature always anticipates life. It doesn't copy it but moulds it to it's purpose.
You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages.
At every single moment of one's life one is what one is going to be no less than what one has been.
It is always painful fo part from people whom one has known for a very brief space of time. The absence of old friends one can endure with equanimity. But even a momentary separation from anyone to whom one has just been introduced is almost unbearable.