All charming people, I fancy, are spoiled. It is the secret of their attraction.
Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground.
An egg is always an adventure; the next one may be different.
If a woman wants to hold a man she has merely to appeal to what is worst in him.
Cleverness becomes a public nuisance.
Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.