I never meant to marry. In my opinion, a woman born in the last half of the nineteenth century of the Christian era suffered from enough disadvantages without willfully embracing another.

A lady cannot be blamed if a master criminal takes a fancy to her.

No woman really wants a man to carry her off; she only wants him to want to do it.

Writing is like a bird-watcher watching for birds: the stories are there: you just have to train yourself to look for them.

Husbands do not care to be contradicted. Indeed, I do not know anyone who does.

Your trousers are on fire. I would have told you, but you so dislike advice.

Another dead body. Every year it is the same. Every year, another dead body.