When the waitress puts the dinner on the table, the old men look at the dinner. The young men look at the waitress.
In the mind of a woman, to give birth to a child is the short cut to omniscience.
Style is doing things not in any way but in the best way.
Count no matron happy until she hath passed thirty, and hath not waxed fat.
Her heart is older than her head; yea, her emotion is the mother of her reason
There is indeed no such thing in life as absolute darkness; one's eyes revolt and hasten to fill the vacuum by floating in sparks, dream patterns, figures whimsical and figures grotesque, shifting and clad in complementary colors, to appease the indignant cups and rods of the retina.