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?

To the bottle! In infancy, the milk bottle; in our prime, the wine bottle; in our dotage, the pill bottle.

That is the tragedy of growing old, Chris. You don't leave the world. It leaves you.

it is axiomatic with most writing people that there are no such things as perfect conditions for work.

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

Every crucial experience can be regarded either as a setback, or the start of a wonderful new adventure, it depends on your perspective!

The stage on which we play our little dramas of life and love has for most of us but one setting.