This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.
The world is simply divided into two classes – those who believe the incredible, like the public – and those who do the improbable.
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
No woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating…
To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
The truth isn’t quite the sort of think one tells to a nice, sweet, refined girl.
The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what Fiction means.
The amount of women in London who flirt with their own husbands is perfectly scandalous.
Never speak disrespectfully of Society. Only people who can’t get into it do that.
Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.
In married life three is company and two is none.