You're beginning to dislike me, aren't you? Well, dislike me. It doesn't make any difference to me now.

Life wouldn’t be worth living if I worried over the future as well as the present. When things are at their worst I find something always happens.

Because women can do nothing except love, they've given it a ridiculous importance. They want to persuade us that it's the whole of life. It's an insignificant part.

All the words I use in my stories can be found in the dictionary-it's just a matter of arranging them into the right sentences.

She’s wonderful. Tell her I’ve never seen such beautiful hands. I wonder what she sees in you.” Waddington, smiling, translated the question. “She says I’m good.” “As if a woman ever loved a man for his virtue,” Kitty mocked.

Art is a manifestation of emotion, and emotion speaks a language that all may understand.

I could have forgiven it if he'd fallen desperately in love with someone and gone off with her. I should have thought that natural. I shouldn't really have blamed him. I should have thought he was led away. Men are so weak, and women are so unscrupulous.