Where prejudice exists it always discolors our thoughts.

France has neither winter nor summer nor morals. Apart from these drawbacks it is a fine country.

It is not best that we should all think alike; it is a difference of opinion that makes horse races.

We have not all had the good fortune to be ladies. We have not all been generals, or poets, or statesmen; but when the toast works down to the babies, we stand on common ground.

Every generalization is dangerous, especially this one.

I simply can't resist a cat, particularly a purring one.

I think we never become really and genuinely our entire and honest selves until we are dead--and not then until we have been dead years and years. People ought to start dead, and they would be honest so much earlier.