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

I'm tempting you with fine gifts until your girlish ideals are quite worn away and you are at my mercy.

She couldn't survey the wreck of the world with an air of casual unconcern.

Well, my dear, take heart. Some day, I will kiss you and you will like it. But not now, so I beg you not to be too impatient.

Babies, babies, babies. Why did God make so many babies? But no, God didn't make them. Stupid people made them.

He made her play and she had almost forgotten how. Life had been so serious and so bitter. He knew how to play and swept her along with him.

It was this feminine conspiracy which made Southern society so pleasant. Women knew that a land where men were contented, uncontradicted ans safe in possession of unpunctured vanity was likely to be a very pleasant place for women to live. So, from the cradle to the grave, women strove to make men pleased with themselves, and the satisfied men repaid lavishly with gallantry and adoration. In fact, men willingly gave ladies everything in the world except credit for having intelligence.