I roused myself from the book which I was dreaming over rather than reading, and left my chambers to meet the cool night air in the suburbs.

If I ever meet with the man who fulfills my ideal, I shall make it a condition of the marriage settlement, that I am to have chocolate under the pillow.

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

Tears are scientifically described as a Secretion. I can understand that a secretion may be healthy or unhealthy, but I cannot see the interest of a secretion from a sentimental point of view.

My business in life is to eat, drink, sleep, and die. Everything else is superfluity and I will have none of it.

Where is the woman who has ever really torn from her heart the image that has been once fixed in it by a true love? Books tell us that such unearthly creatures have existed - but what does our own experiences say in answer to books?

I haven't much time to be fond of anything. But when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most times the roses get it.