Plain women are always jealous of their husbands. Beautiful women never are. They are always so occupied with being jealous of other women's husbands.

If art is to have a special train, the critic must keep some seats reserved on it.

Few parents nowadays pay any regard to what their children say to them. The old fashioned respect for the young is fast dying out.

Never buy a thing you don't want merely because it is dear.

The final mystery is oneself.

Nature is a wet place where large numbers of ducks fly overhead uncooked.

She is all the great heroines of the world in one. She is more than an individual. I love her, and I must make her love me. I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.