He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, "I love you, Mother." He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns.

It is easier to counterfeit old age than youth.

I can do a book in three months if I spend all day, seven days a week at it and, in fact, I work better that way.

You are softening toward the young rascal because he is ill, and because he says he likes cats." "It is an engaging quality, Emerson." "That depends," said Emerson darkly, "on how he likes them.

He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, "I love you, Mother." He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns.

I do not scruple to employ mendacity and a fictitious appearance of female incompetence when the occasion demands it.

But the dust! And the clutter! My housewifely and scholarly instincts were equally offended.