the calm of a place like Bellwood is the peace of death without the hope of resurrection.

... if one can remember without loving, then couldn't one love without remembering?

Natalie Spenser was giving a dinner. She was not an easy hostess.

Men play harder than they work; women work harder than they play.

There is no place in the world, I imagine, for a philosopher with a sense of humor, a new leisure, and an inquiring turn of mind!

I believe that the matter is automatically self-regulating; that those women who prefer the home and have an ability for it will eventually return to it; that others, like myself, will compromise; and that still others, temperamentally unfitted for it, will remain in the world to add to its productivity.

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.