Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.

Last night I dreamed of a small consolation enjoyed only by the blind: Nobody knows the trouble I've not seen!

There are two kinds of light - the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures.

If I have sometimes seemed to make fun of Woman, I assure you it has only been for the purpose of egging her on.

Looks can be deceiving; it's eating that's believing.

Somebody has said that woman's place is in the wrong. That's fine. What the wrong needs is a woman's presence and a woman's touch. She is far better equipped than men to set it right.

A wet dog is lovingest.