Great loves were almost always great tragedies. Perhaps it was because love was never truly great until the element of sacrifice entered into it.

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.

[To her frequently needed plumber:] How would you like to be adopted? I'm sure it would be cheaper.

Girls inevitably grew into women, but something of the boy persisted in every man.

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

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

I suppose it is because woman's courage is mental and man's physical, that in times of great strain women always make the better showing.