Curious creatures we mortals are-how we do not know what we want, or how to get it if we do.
To marry is to narrow one’s possibilities horribly.
A girl should set her sights on a man who has money; or if not, who can expect to come into money; or if not, who has moneyed connections.
You cannot believe everything you hear.
I am afraid I shall disappoint people’s expectations dreadfully.
It is presumptuous to draw conclusions about a person from what one has heard.
People argue themselves out of their pleasures.
Society can only hurt if you care for its opinion.
Really, I protest-what is left for the satirical mind to invent when reality so surpasses it?
Grown people with rational minds somehow do not know what’s best for them.
I am no faint-heart when it comes to the unpleasant truth. Indeed I have always taken a bracing sort of pleasure in facing it.
Love is the hardest thing to grasp. You have to seize it at once, else it may be too late.
But we disposable women have to be realistic in this life, you know. Else we get itchy and discontented and start contemplating the kitchen knife and wondering whether it wouldn’t look nicer between someone’s shoulder-blades.
I love you more than I can express, or can ever hope to express.
That’s the way girls are isn’t it? They swear eternal friendship, and then as soon as a man’s in the case it’s all forgotten.
I have never understood why a woman must have a man to take her into dinner.
It is not always easy, for a woman alone.
None of us like to think we are silly. But all must acknowledge that they are capable of silliness, from time to time.
It is painful to see someone suffering what you must be suffering- watching someone you love be so cruelly hurt.
Everything about everybody was very soon known by everybody else.
We always think we know what we want: when in truth there is nothing we are less likely to know.