[Wishing her mother had named her Beulah:] At least you did not sit on your beulah.

Family. A snug kind of word.

I'm not happy when I'm writing, but I'm more unhappy when I'm not.

The maimed bodies aren't the worst. That's the easy way to hate war. The safe way. I - hate it just as much for the maimed souls that stay at home.

Few enjoy noisy overcrowded functions. But they are a gesture of goodwill on the part of host or hostess, and also on the part of guests who submit to them.

I loathe all this blind rushing pell-mell into a struggle arranged by the mighty minority and paid for with the lives of young men who are drugged on trumped-up ideals.

Some people think they are worth a lot of money just because they have it.