When the waitress puts the dinner on the table, the old men look at the dinner. The young men look at the waitress.

Style is doing things not in any way but in the best way.

Verily, men do foolish things thoughtlessly, knowing not why; but no woman doeth aught without a reason.

Old friends, we say, are best, when some sudden disillusionment shakes our faith in a new comrade.

Most women have all other women as adversaries; most men have all other men as their allies.

The temptation to vivify the tale and make it walk abroad on its own legs is hard to deny.

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