She Tells Enough White Lies To Ice

The Ingrained Idea That, Because There Is No King And They Despise Titles, The Americans Are A Free People Is Pathetically Untrue. . . . There Is A Perpetual Interference With Personal Liberty Over There That Would Not Be Tolerated In England For A Week.

My Sort Of Looks Are Of The Kind That Bore Me When I See Them On Other People.

She Spends Her Day Powdering Her Face Till She Looks Like A Bled Pig.

His Modesty Amounts To Deformity.

To Marry A Man Out Of Pity Is Folly; And, If You Think You Are Going To Influence The Kind Of Fellow Who Has Never Had A Chance, Poor Devil, You Are Profoundly Mistaken. One Can Only Influence The Strong Characters In Life, Not The Weak; And It Is The Height Of Vanity To Suppose That You Can Make An Honest Man Of Anyone.