Then she lay on her back and gazed at the cloudless sky. Mr. Beebe, whose opinion of her rose daily, whispered to his niece that that was the proper way to behave if any little thing went wrong.

Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.

The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.

As her time in Florence drew to a close she was only at ease amongst those to whom she felt indifferent.

It is so difficult - at least, I find it difficult - to understand people who speak the truth.

Men were not gods after all, but as human and as clumsy as girls.

Life' wrote a friend of mine, 'is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.

My father says that there is only one perfect view — the view of the sky straight over our heads, and that all these views on earth are but bungled copies of it.

It is not rubbish! It is the part of people that you do not understand.

She grew more and more vexed with his dignified behavior. By a cruel irony, she was drawing out what was best in his disposition.

A matter neither sensual nor sensational is ignored by the art of today.

...nothing cements a friendship like hating the same person.

Journalists need experts as badly as experts need journalists.

This election ain't no stinkin' TV show.

I'm kind of like, "never say never."

I embarked on my life - I didn't do anything. I don't have an explanation.

Facebook wasn't built out of a Harvard dorm window.

The sad dislike those who are cheerful, and the cheerful dislike the melancholy.

And you poor creatures--who conjured you out of the clay? Is God in show business, too?

For how long could we fail until we surrendered?

I feel like I have become a living fossil in the fashion world. Without even noticing it, in my own collection I have moved away from the street style.