Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.

It's no good trying to keep up old friendships. It's painful for both sides. The fact is, one grows out of people, and the only thing is to face it.

:you know what the critics are. If you tell the truth they only say you're cynical and it does an author no good to get a reputation for cynicism.

Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem.