A woman who takes her husband about with her everywhere is like a cat that goes on playing with a mouse long after she's killed it.

Poverty keeps together more homes than it breaks up.

Why are women so fond of raking up the past? They're as bad as tailors, who invariably remember what you owe them for a suit long after you've ceased to wear it.

It is an admitted fact that the ordinary tomtit of commerce has a sounder aesthetic taste than the average female relative in the country.

I think she must have been very strictly brought up, she's so desperately anxious to do the wrong thing correctly.

It was one thing to go to the end of the world; it was quite another thing to make oneself at home there. Even respectability seemed to lose some of its virtue when one practiced it in a tent.

Once a female, always a female. Nature is not always infallible but she always abides by her mistakes.