The worldly relations of men and women often form an equation that cancels out without warning when some insignificant factor has been added to either side.

An Englishman never takes his collar off when he is writing. How can you expect him to show you his soul?

It is extraordinary how many emotional storms one may weather in safety if one is ballasted with ever so little gold.

The world is not interested in the storms you encountered, but did you bring in the ship?

It is so much easier to tell intimate things in the dark.

Woman dwell always in the palace of unpalatable truth and never by any chance is there a magic talisman to save them from their destiny. Speech is their ultimate need. We men exist for them only in so far as we can be described.

There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.