A mother! What are we worth really? They all grow up whether you look after them or not. That poor miserable brat of his is growing up, and I certainly licked the hide off her; and she's seen marriage at its worst, and now she's dreaming about 'supermen' and 'great men'. What is the good of doing anything for them?

Behind the concept of woman's strangeness is the idea that a woman may do anything: she is below society, not bound by its law, unpredictable; an attribute given to every member of the league of the unfortunate.

I hate Bernard Shaw because he says that life is compromise.

Anyone would think a thin stick like me, weak and miserable, would go down with everything: do you think I get more than my old cough every winter? I bet I live till ninety, with all my aches and pains. To think that's fifty more years of the Great-I-Am.

It's easy to make money. You put up the sign Bank and someone walks in and hands you his money. The façade is everything.

The white man in the tropics degenerates every day.

Ye want to tell the plain truth all your life, woman, and speak straight; otherwise ye get to seeing double.