Natalie Spenser was giving a dinner. She was not an easy hostess.

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?

Enemies are an indication of character.

From class consciousness to class hatred was but a step.

The writing career is not a romantic one. The writer's life may be colorful, but his work itself is rather drab.

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

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