You don’t really know a woman until she writes you a letter.
ADA LEVERSONA butler in an English household should, however, be English, and as much like an archbishop as possible.
More Ada Leverson Quotes
-
-
It’s always something to get one’s wish, even if the wish is a failure.
ADA LEVERSON -
Since in a crisis they are usually dense, fatally doing the wrong thing. It is hardly too much to say that most domestic tragedies are caused by the feminine intuition of men and the want of it in women.
ADA LEVERSON -
It is all very well to say that children are happier with mud pies and rag dolls than with these elaborate delights.
ADA LEVERSON -
Thou canst not serve both cod and salmon.
ADA LEVERSON -
She could carry off anything; and some people said that she did.
ADA LEVERSON -
Everything comes to the man who won’t wait.
ADA LEVERSON -
an optimist is the man who looks after your eyes, and the pessimist the person who looks after your feet.
ADA LEVERSON -
When a passion is not realized … it fades away, or becomes ideal worship–Dante–Petrarch–that sort of thing!
ADA LEVERSON -
As a rule the person found out in a betrayal of love holds, all the same, the superior position of the two. It is the betrayed one who is humiliated.
ADA LEVERSON -
Women are so perverse. Look how they won’t wear black when nothing suits them so well!
ADA LEVERSON -
There is, of course, no joy so great as the cessation of pain; in fact all joy, active or passive, is the cessation of some pain, since it must be the satisfaction of a longing, even perhaps an unconscious longing.
ADA LEVERSON -
You don’t know a woman until you have had a letter from her.
ADA LEVERSON -
A morbid propensity that causes great suffering in domestic life is often curiously infectious to the very person for whom it creates most suffering.
ADA LEVERSON -
I suggested to Oscar Wilde that he should go a step further than these minor poets; he should publish a book all margin; full of beautiful, unwritten thoughts.
ADA LEVERSON -
Looking at the poems of John Gray when I saw the tiniest rivulet of text meandering through the very largest meadow of margin,
ADA LEVERSON