My father's nature turned out no waste product; he had none of that useless stuff in him that lies in heaps near factories. He took his own happiness with him.
Although I am not stupid, the mathematical side of my brain is like dumb notes upon a damaged piano.
The Almighty is a wonderful handicapper: He will not give us everything.
Rumor is untraceable, incalculable, and infectious.
My sort of looks are of the kind that bore me when I see them on other people.
[To her host upon leaving a party:] Don't think it hasn't been charming, because it hasn't.