All fantasy should have a solid base in reality.

People who insist on telling their dreams are among the terrors of the breakfast table.

"After all," as a pretty girl once said to me, "women are a sex by themselves, so to speak."

By its very looseness, by its way of evoking rather than defining, suggesting rather than saying, English is a magnificent vehicle for emotional poetry.

Most women are not as young as they are painted.

Beauty and the lust for learning have yet to be allied.

Great men are but life-sized. Most of them, indeed, are rather short.