Oh, you mysterious girls, when you are fifty-two we shall find you out; you must come into the open then. If the mouth has fallen sourly yours the blame: all the meanness your youth concealed have been gathering in your face. But the pretty thoughts and sweet ways and dear, forgotten kindnesses linger there also, to bloom in your twilight like evening primroses.

Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.

Never is an awfully long time.

I'll teach you how to jump on the wind's back, and then away we go.

Men's second childhood begins when a woman gets a hold of him.

Some of my plays peter out and some pan out.

Our heroine knew that the mother would always leave the window open for her children to fly back by; so they stayed away for years and had a lovely time.