She Tells Enough White Lies To Ice

Although I Am Not Stupid, The Mathematical Side Of My Brain Is Like Dumb Notes Upon A Damaged Piano.

[on Spiritualism:] I Always Knew The Living Talked Rot, But It's Nothing To The Rot The Dead Talk.

Symbols Are The Imaginative Signposts Of Life.

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.

[to Her Host Upon Leaving A Party:] Don't Think It Hasn't Been Charming, Because It Hasn't.