People that trust themselves a dozen miles from the city, in strange houses, with servants they don't know, needn't be surprised if they wake up some morning and find their throats cut.

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?

I hate those men who would send into war youth to fight and die for them; the pride and cowardice of those old men, making their wars that boys must die.

Suspicion is like the rain. It falls on the just and on the unjust.

Herbert used to say that he was as tight as the paper on the wall.

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

[On the Irish:] Strange race ... Don't know what they want, but want it like the devil.