Correct English is the slang of prigs.

And certainly, the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it.

In the first moments when we come away from the presence of death, every other relation to the living is merged, to our feeling, in the great relation of a common nature and a common destiny.

... there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music, the fine arts, that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point, women should; but in a light way, you know.

Resolve will melt no rocks. But it can scale them.

There is a mercy which is weakness, and even treason against the common good.

We have all got to exert ourselves a little to keep sane, and call things by the same names as other people call them by.