If! If! If! There were so many ifs in life, never any sense of security, always the dread of losing everything.

The Old Guard dies but it never surrenders.

People must do what they must do. We all don't think alike or act alike and it's wrong to-to judge others by ourselves.

That's what's wrong with you. All your beaux have respected you too much, though God knows why, or they have been too afraid of you to really do right by you. The result is that you are unendurably uppity. You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.

All you have done is to be different from other women and you have made a little success of it. This is unforgivable sin in any society. The mere fact that you have succeed to run the mill is an insult to everyman who hasn't succeed.

What most people don't seem to realize is that there is just as much money to be made out of the wreckage of a civilization as from the upbuilding of one.

If he's forgotten me, I'll make him remember me. I'll make him want me again.