The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes...

if you'd ever had a grown-up daughter you'd know that by comparison a bucking steer is easy to manage. And as to knowing what goes on inside her - well, it's much better to pretend you're the simple, innocent old fool she almost certainly takes you for.

I do not think you want too much sincerity in society. It would be like an iron girder in a house of cards.

The ideal has many names, and beauty is but one of them.

I have always been convinced that if a woman once made up her mind to marry a man, nothing but instant flight could save him.

Excess on occasion is exhilarating. It prevents moderation from acquiring the deadening effect of a habit.

A woman may be as wicked as she likes, but if she isn't pretty it won't do her much good.