Women are like dogs really. They love like dogs, a little insistently. And they like to fetch and carry and come back wistfully after hard words, and learn rather easily to carry a basket.

The author lives with one foot in an everyday world and the other feeling about anxiously for a foothold in another more precarious one.

There is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt.

Conflict is the very essence of life.

The fetish of the great university, of expensive colleges for young women, is too often simply a fetish. It is not based on a genuine desire for learning. Education today need not be sought at any great distance. It is largely compounded of two things, of a certain snobbishness on the part of parents, and of escape from home on the part of youth. And to those who must earn quickly it is often sheer waste of time. Very few colleges prepare their students for any special work.

I never saw a lawyer yet who would admit he was making money.

It's the safety valve of middle life, and the solace of age.