as all women know, there are really no men at all. There are grown-up boys, and middle-aged boys, and elderly boys, and even sometimes very old boys. But the essential difference is simply exterior. Your man is always a boy.

I have always regarded divorce as essentially disagreeable, like castor oil, but necessary.

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

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

Death was a beginning and not an end; it was the morning of the spirit. Tired bodies lay down to sleep and their souls wakened to the morning, rested; the first fruits of them that slept.

These are times of action. Men think and then act; sometimes, indeed, they simply act.

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