Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart.

We are often miserable at our desk or typewriters, but not happy away from them.

I have always regarded divorce as essentially disagreeable, like castor oil, but necessary.

Patience and endurance were not virtues in a woman; they were necessities, forced on her. Perhaps some day things would change and women would renounce them. They would rise up and say: 'We are not patient. We will endure no more.' Then what would happen to the world?

The stage on which we play our little dramas of life and love has for most of us but one setting.

I have a great deal of mind. It takes a long time to change it.

there comes a time when ambition ceases to burn, or romance to stir, and the highest cry of the human heart is for peace.