I think that maybe if women and children were in charge we would get somewhere.

There is no exception to the rule that every rule has an exception.

You might as well fall flat on your face as lean over too far backward.

Sophistication might be described as the ability to cope gracefully with a situation involving the presence of a formidable menace to one's poise and prestige (such as the butler, or the man under the bed - but never the husband).

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.

For one thing, she pronounced flowers 'flars' and I couldn't let it slide.

The paths of glory at least lead to the Grave, but the paths of duty may not get you Anywhere.