Count no matron happy until she hath passed thirty, and hath not waxed fat.

As the dog becomes thoroughbred in the laws of clan and caste; obedient, fraternal and loyal; so is the man who accepts the gentleman's code.

As the cat lapses into savagery by night, and barbarously explores the dark, so primal and titanic is a woman with the love madness.

Love is only chatter, friends are all that matter.

A woman and a mouse, they carry a tale wherever they go.

There is work that is work and there is play that is play; there is play that is work and work that is play. And in only one of these lies happiness.

Every person has some splendid traits and if we confine our contacts so as to bring those traits into action, there is no need of ever being bored or irritated or indignant.