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

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

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

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

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

Her honey-coloured hair fell in heavy wavesbelow her shoulders and as she stared up at him her eyes, clear, speckled amber, seemed to tilt at the corners; her brows were black and swept up in arcs, and she had thick black lashesh. There was about her a kind of warm luxuriance, something immediately suggestive to the men of pleasurable fulfillment- something for which she was not responsible but of which she was acutely conscious.