Is the sea drying up? It is going up into mist and coming down on us in this water spout, the rain. It raineth every day, and the weather represents our tearful despair on a large scale.

Oh, if I could put some of my reckless spirit into these discreet cautious lazy men!

A freshet in the autumn does not compensate for a drought in the spring.

We are divorced, North from South, because we have hated each other so. If we could only separate politely, and not have a horrid fight for divorce.

I am always on the women's side.

Peace, comfort, quiet, happiness, I have found away from home. Only your own family, those nearest and dearest, can hurt you.

Women--wives and mothers--are the same everywhere.