[to Her Host Upon Leaving A Party:]

Haunted From My Early Youth By The Transitoriness And Pathos Of Life, I Was Aware That It Is Not Enough To Say "i Am Doing No Harm," I Ought To Be Testing Myself Daily, And Asking Myself What I Am Really Achieving.

Till I See Money Spent On The Betterment Of Man Instead Of On His Idleness And Destruction, I Shall Not Believe In Any Perfect Form Of Government.

I Have Always Wanted To Be A Man, If Only For The Reason That I Would Like To Have Gauged The Value Of My Intellect.

I Have Been Devoured All My Life By An Incurable And Burning Impatience: And To This Day Find All Oratory, Biography, Operas, Films, Plays, Books, And Persons, Too Long.

She Spends Her Day Powdering Her Face Till She Looks Like A Bled Pig.