All women want to be understood until they understand themselves.

Nowhere can it rain harder and with a more tiresome persistence than in California during the brief season when it rains at all.

No matter how hard a man may labor, some woman is always in the background of his mind. She is the one reward of virtue.

Oh, what is young love! The urge of the race. A blaze that ends in babies or ashes.

... the irony of life is not that you cannot forget but that you can.

Men are not amusing during the shooting season; but, after all, my dear, men were not especially designed to amuse women.

The human mind has an infinite capacity for self-deception.