Most good women are hidden treasures who are only safe because nobody looks for them.

I wouldn't touch a superlative again with an umbrella.

Dear Mary: We all knew you had it in you.

Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.

There's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.

Should they whisper false of you, Never trouble to deny; Should the words they say be true, Weep and storm and say they lie.

When you have to apologize, it is well, I suppose, to get the thing over quickly.