I often think when a man's once past a certain age, the older he grows the tougher he gets, and women the same or more so.

All the children seem to be coming out quite intelligent, thank goodness. It would have been such a bore to be the mother of morons, and it’s an absolute toss-up, isn’t it? If one could only invent them, like characters in books, it would be much more satisfactory to a well-regulated mind.

He was so crooked, you could have used his spine for a safety-pin.

The keeping of an idle woman is a badge of superior social status.

But that's men all over ... Poor dears, they can't help it. They haven't got logical minds.

I think this co-operative scheme is an uncommonly good one. It's much easier to work on someone else's job than one's own - gives one that delightful feelin' of interferin' and bossin' about, combined with the glorious sensation that another fellow is takin' all one's own work off one's hands.

Lord, teach us to take our hearts and look them in the face, however difficult it may be.