We are often miserable at our desk or typewriters, but not happy away from them.

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

I have never learned to say 'gas' for gasoline. It seems to me as absurd as if I were to say 'but' for butter.

Useless as a pulled tooth.

What a tragedy it was that the only thing age could offer to youth was its own experience, and that the experiences of others were never profitable.

McKnight is gradually taking over the criminal end of the business.

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?