The way to get a man interested and to hold his interest was to talk about himself, and then gradually lead the conversation around yourself—and keep it there.

And if we folks have a motto, it's this: 'Don't holler - smile and bide your time.' We've survived a passel of things that way, smiling and biding our time, and we've gotten to be experts at surviving.

Everywhere, women gathered in knots, huddled in groups on front porches, on sidewalks, even in the middle of the streets, telling each other that no news is good news, trying to comfort each other, trying to present a brave appearance.

If I said I was madly in love with you, I'd be lying and what's more, you'd know it.

I'm tired of saying "How wonderful you are!" to fool men, who haven't got one half sense I've got.

Burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them.

The usual masculine dissillusionment is discovering that a woman has a brain