It is romantic, you know, the transatlantic telephone. To speak so easily to someone nearly halfway across the globe. The telegraphed photograph—that too is romantic. Science is the greatest romance there is.
If there’s one fellow after you, there’s sure to be another. Seems to be a law of Nature. Sometimes it’s three or four.
Everyone likes talking about themselves.
An affair must be judged by its results.
A meal should always lie lightly on the estomac. It should not be so heavy as to paralyse thought.