People keep telling us about their love affairs, when what we really want to know is how much money they make and how they manage on it.

It does not undo harm to acknowledge that we have done it; but it undoes us not to acknowledge it.

Nobody knows the trouble we've seen-but we keep trying to tell them.

People keep telling us about their love affairs, when what we really want to know is how much money they make and how they manage on it.

A husband only worries about a particular Other Man; a wife distrusts her whole species.

People find it hard to be both comic and serious, though life manages it easily enough.

We are irritated by rascals, intolerant of fools, and prepared to love the rest. But where are they?