Rumor Is Untraceable, Incalculable, And

I Have No Face, Only Two Profiles Clapped Together.

[on Austen Chamberlain:] He Is More Loyal To His Friends Than To His Convictions.

Truthfulness With Me Is Hardly A Virtue. I Cannot Discriminate Between Truths That And Those That Don't Need To Be Told.

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

There Are Big Men, Men Of Intellect, Intellectual Men, Men Of Talent And Men Of Action; But The Great Man Is Difficult To Find, And It Needs --apart From Discernment --a Certain Greatness To Find Him.