One may have staunch friends in one's own family, but one seldom has admirers.

Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.

No one can build her security on the nobleness of another person

Freedom so often means that one isn't needed anywhere.

Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones. They begin to tell you what's sensible and what's foolish, and want you to stick at home all the time. I prefer to be foolish when I feel like it, and be accountable to nobody.