War makes strangers bedfellows.

Adultery is not a crime, it's an amusement.

Success is often harder to take than failure.

Everything matters, but nothing matters very much.

The king appeared... with his dogs and sycophants behind him.

I think Americans love success - but hate the people who have it.

It seemed that up until this moment she had been only half alive.

The only genius that's worth anything is the genius for hard work.

Half the joys and half the sorrows of this world are discovered in bed.

Charm is the ability to make someone else think that both of you are pretty wonderful.

I guess experience is just learning at first hand the things you knew all along anyway.

If you had better sense you’d have learned by now that nothing thrives so well as wickedness

There's an old press-agents' slogan that's good advice: Don't read your publicity - weigh it.

It was a woman's bedroom, actually a boudoir, and no man belonged in it except by invitation.

Marygreen did not change in sixteen years. It had changed little enough in the past two years.

there are only two ways to make a lot [of money] while you're young: One is to entertain the public; and the other is to cheat it.

Most people are so busy knocking themselves out trying to do everything they think they should, they never get around to do what they want to do.

Most people are so busy knocking themselves out trying to do everything they think they should do, they never get around to what they want to do.

... maybe that's all anyone who writes or paints or sculpts is doing anyway -- excusing themselves for refusing to live like other people or be like them.

There's one thing I've always known: You can let people suspect anything else about you, but you must never let them suspect you of knowing what you're doing.

the end of anything is a relief. In every relationship, even the most valuable, there are certain unpleasant tensions - and the ending of it snaps those taut inner wires.

[Sex] is something big and cosmic. What else do we have? There's only birth and death and the union of two people - and sex is the only one that happens to us more than once.

I've got a penny-ante talent, out of which I try to drum up a living for myself. And what nobody seems to realize is that it's just as difficult to get a bad idea as a good one.

She was luxuriously tired and her muscles felt sore from the unaccustomed strain of riding astride. Nothing had ever tasted so good as the cool golden ale she swallowed from a pewter tankard. She slept deeply that night and longer than she had intended.

They had stopped now and he gave a glance up at the sky, through the trees, as though to see how much time was left. Amber, watching him, was suddenly struck with panic. Now he was going--out again into that great world with its bustle and noise and excitement--and she must stay here. She had a terrible new feeling of loneliness, as if she stood in some solitary corner at a party where she was the only stranger. Those places he had seen, she would never see; those fine things he had done, she would never do. But worst of all she would never see him again.

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