Society will believe anything rather than ever believe that Itself can be duped.
If you have only assurance enough to rely implicitly on this, there is hardly anything you cannot induce it to accept.
Here was the secret of her success. To her nothing was little.
This temper is always popular with Society. To enjoy yourself in the world, is, to the world, the prettiest of indirect compliments.
The chief offence of the poet, as of the philosopher, is that the world as it is fails to satisfy them.
Society, which is after all only a conglomerate of hosts, has the host's weakness—all its guests must smile.
The poet sighs, the philosopher yawns. Society feels that they depreciate it. Society feels more at ease without them.
To find every one acceptable to you is to make yourself acceptable to every one.