When men are scared of a woman, they always accuse her of being mannish.

It is all very well, when the pen flows, but then there are the dark days when imagination deserts one, and it is an effort to put anything down on paper. That little you have achieved stares at you at the end of the day, and you know the next morning you will have to scrape it down and start again.

When men are scared of a woman, they always accuse her of being mannish.

You can't jump down the stairs in one leap, however much you might wish to, and you even more surely can't jump up it, but one step and then the next and there you are, at the top or the bottom and not a bit out of breath or discomposed.

People make one happy, not houses? I do not think so. Houses are more to be trusted than people.

You would not think that birds who have no brain at all could become so friendly. I swear some of them are more intelligent than many humans, but that says more about our fellow beings than it does about the birds.

There are people who may be trusted, men as well as women. There are are as many difference in their natures as there are flowers in these meadows.