One of the saddest things in life, is the things one remembers.

The urge to write one's autobiography, so I have been told, overtakes everyone sooner or later.

One little Indian boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were none.

One place is very like another.

To feel admiration for a man all through one's married life would, I think, be excessively tedious.

One never quite allows for the moron in our midst.

Men don't understand how their mannerisms can get on women's nerves so that you feel you just have to snap.