There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that receives it.

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

Life is always either a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope.

If only we’d stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.

Each time you happen to me all over again.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be
The candle or the mirror that reflects it.

The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!

Ah, good conversation – there’s nothing like it, is there? The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.

We can’t behave like people in novels, though, can we?

I don’t know if I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want someone who made it interesting.

My little dog—a heartbeat at my feet.

She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making.

Genius is of small use to a woman who does not know how to do her hair.

Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.

Nothing is more perplexing to a man than the mental process of a woman who reasons her emotions.

It was easy enough to despise the world, but decidedly difficult to find any other habitable region.

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