To Lie A Little Is Not Possible:

We Are All Under Sentence Of Death, But With A Sort Of Indefinite Reprieve.

Foppery Is The Egotism Of Clothes.

Puns Are The Droppings Of Soaring Wits.

He Left Her. She Was Dissatisfied With Him. He Had Preferred To Incur Her Anger Rather Than Cause Her Pain. He Had Kept All The Pain For Himself.

Nobody Knows Like A Woman How To Say Things At The Same Time Sweet And Profound. Sweetness And Depth, This Is All Of Woman; This Is All Of Heaven.