All is fair where all is foul
Answered, with the indifference of despair
Ate some coffee-beans and drank some cold water
He borrowed no trouble
His courtesy was not on the same expansive level as his vanity
It isn’t what they do, it’s what they don’t do
Mystery is dear to a woman’s heart
Never looked to get an immense amount of happiness out of life
No, I’m not good--I’m only beautiful
Preserved a marked unconsciousness
Should not make our own personal experience a law unto the world
Surely she might weep a little for herself
There is nothing so tragic as the formal
Time when she should and when she should not be wooed
Undisciplined generosity
Where the light is darkness
Women don’t go by evidence, but by their feelings
You have lost your illusions
You’ve got to be ready, that’s all