No male can beat a female in the long run because they have it over us in sheer, damn longevity.

There is something about a poet which leads us to believe that he died, in many cases, as long as 20 years before his birth.

Though statisticians in our time have never kept the score, Man wants a great deal here below and Woman even more.

She wasn't much to look at but she was something to think about.

It takes that je ne sais quoi which we call sophistication for a woman to be magnificent in a drawing-room when her faculties have departed but she herself has not yet gone home.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.

Writers of comedy have outlook, whereas writers of tragedy have, according to them, insight.