(I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind

There should be an end to the bitterness of feeling which has arisen between the sexes in this century.

In great cities where people of ability abound, there is always a feverish urge to keep ahead, to set the pace, to adopt each new fashion in thought and theory as well as in dress - or undress.

The world is quite right. It does not have to be consistent.

The difference is great between one's outside "life," the things which happen to one, incidents, pains and pleasures, and one's "living."

Architecture might be more sportive and varied if every man built his own house, but it would not be the art and science that we have made it; and while every woman prepares food for her own family, cooking can never rise beyond the level of the amateur's work.

The most familiar facts are often hardest to understand.