To die will be an awfully big adventure.

Every man who is high up likes to think he has done it all himself; and the wife smiles, and lets it go at that. It's our only joke. Every woman knows that.

His lordship may compel us to be equal upstairs, but there will never be equality in the servants' hall.

We are all failures at least, all the best of us are.

It's a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it, you don't need to have anything else; and if you don't have it, it doesn't much matter what else you have.

Ambition it is the last infirmity of noble minds.

Every time a child says I don't believe in fairies there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.

That is ever the way. Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by. Yes, but some of them are golden only because we let them slip.