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?

It was said of Miss Letitia that when money came into her possession it went out of circulation.

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

I suppose that we are only young, Chris, so long as we can forget. After that we merely remember!

Politics is still the man's game. The women are allowed to do the chores, the dirty work, and now and then--but only occasionally--one is present at some secret conference or other. But it's not the rule. They can go out and get the vote, if they can and will; they can collect money, they can be grateful for being permitted to work. But that is all.

A little work, a little sleep, a little love and it's all over.

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