A great many of us have confused change with progress.
I think every woman is entitled to a middle husband she can forget.
Happiness is a sort of atmosphere you can live in sometimes when you're lucky.
Death is a door life opens.
The modern woman is the curse of the universe. A disaster, that's what. She thinks that before her arrival on the scene no woman ever did anything worthwhile before, no woman was ever liberated until her time, no woman really ever amounted to anything.
Joy is a light that fills you with hope and faith and love.