I am happy in my prison of passion.
Hatred is blind, as well as love.
Demmed nuisance, relations! But they make one so demmed respectable.
The rich would have spoken on the value of thrift and the idle grown eloquent over the dignity of labour.
Names are everything. I never quarrel with actions. My one quarrel is with words. That is the reason I hate vulgar realism in literature.
She is very lovely, and if she knows as little about life as she does about acting, she will be a delightful experience.