War is a thing of fearful and curious anomalies ... It has shown that government by men only is not an appeal to reason, but an appeal to arms; that on women, without a voice to protest, must fall the burden. It is easier to die than to send a son to death.

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

I had a vision ... of being found on the pavement by some passerby, with a small punctuation mark ending my sentence of life.

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

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

my family, although it keeps its hair, turns gray early - a business asset but a social handicap.

Women are like dogs really. They love like dogs, a little insistently. And they like to fetch and carry and come back wistfully after hard words, and learn rather easily to carry a basket.