Let me be dressed as I will, yet flies worms and flowers exceed me still.
Men are such cowards. They outrage every law in the world and are afraid of the world's tongue.
Do you really keep a diary? I'd give anything to look at it. May I? Oh, no. You see, it is simply a very young girl's record of her own thoughts and impressions, and consequently meant for publication. When it appears in volume form I hope you will order a copy.
Flowers are as common in the country as people are in London.
Ideals are dangerous things. Realities are better. They wound, but they're better.
She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.