The mystery which underlies the beauty of women is never raised above the reach of all expression until it has claimed kindred with the deeper mystery in our own souls.

I have always held the old-fashioned opinion that the primary object of work of fiction should be to tell a story.

My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

I am thinking,’ he remarked quietly, ’whether I shall add to the disorder in this room, by scattering your brains about the fireplace.

The woman who first gives life, light, and form to our shadowy conceptions of beauty, fills a void in our spiritual nature that has remained unknown to us till she appeared.

She looked so irresistibly beautiful as she said those brave words that no man alive could have steel his heart against her.

Women can resist a man's love, a man's fame, a man's personal appearance, and a man's money, but they cannot resist a man's tongue when he knows how to talk to them.