I Am Not Proud, But I Am

Kitty: I Thought Your Ladyship Was Ill. I Wanted To Help You. Lady Dewinter: I Ill? Do You Take Me For A Weak Woman? When I Am Insulted I Do Not Feel Ill - I Avenge Myself. Do You Hear?

Moral Wounds Have This Peculiarity - They May Be Hidden, But They Never Close; Always Painful, Always Ready To Bleed When Touched, They Remain Fresh And Open In The Heart.

In Love, Writing Is Dangerous, Not To Mention Pointless.

In Business, Sir, One Has No Friends, Only Correspondents.

We’ll Go Where The Air Is Pure, Where All Sounds Are Soothing, Where, No Matter How Proud One May Be, One Feels Humble And Finds Oneself Small- In Short, We’ll Go To The Sea. I Love The Sea As One Loves A Mistress And I Long For Her When I Haven’t Seen Her For Some Time