People argue themselves out of their pleasures

Everything about everybody was very soon known by everybody else.

Really, I protest-what is left for the satirical mind to invent when reality so surpasses it?

But we disposable women have to be realistic in this life, you know. Else we get itchy and discontented and start contemplating the kitchen knife and wondering whether it wouldn't look nicer between someone's shoulder-blades.

I can always forgive where I understand.

We always think we know what we want: when in truth there is nothing we are less likely to know.

None of us like to think we are silly. But all must acknowledge that they are capable of silliness, from time to time