... 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.

You have such strong words at command, that they make the smallest argument seem formidable.

A perverted moral judgment belongs to the dogmatic system.

I love words; they are the quoits, the bows, the staves that furnish the gymnasium of the mind.

Every year strips us of at least one vain expectation, and teaches us to reckon some solid good in its stead.

One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!

Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.