She didn't give George any too easy a time when she was alive. She was one of those semi-invalids – I believe she had really something wrong with her, but whatever it was she played it for all it was worth. She was capricious, exacting, unreasonable. She complained from morning to night. George was expected to wait on her, hand and foot and everything he did was always wrong and he got cursed for it. Most men, I'm fully convinced, would have hit her with a hatchet long ago.

To keep something wild is far more difficult than to preserve it.

The happy people are failures because they are on such good terms with themselves they don't give a damn.

If anyone is really determined to lend you a book, you never can get out of it!

Prisoners at the bar, have you anything to say in your defence?

Curious things, habits. People themselves never knew they had them.

The tragedy of life is that people do not change.