Life is always either; a tight -rope or a feather-bed . — Give me the tightrope.

Life is the only real counselor; wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue.

She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making.

There was once a little girl who was so very intelligent that her parents feared that she would die. But an aged aunt, who had crossed the Atlantic in a sailing-vessel, said, 'My dears, let her marry the first man she falls in love with, and she will make such a fool of herself that it will probably save her life.

In the summer New York was the only place in which one could escape from New Yorkers.

...and wondering where he had read that clever liars give details, but that the cleverest do not.

...I have always lived on contrasts! To me the only death is monotony. Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.