The trouble with women is men; the trouble with men, men.

Age is a slowing down of everything except fear.

All love is probationary, a fact which frightens women and exhilarates men.

Women go to beauty parlors for the unmussed look men hate.

One day you are an apprentice, and everybody's pet; the next, you are coldly expected to deliver. There is never sufficient warning that the second day is coming.

One of life's few really reliable pleasures: to have a family you love, and to leave them for a week.

We have a terror of seeming to exert ourselves, lest it be noticed that we exerted ourselves and did not succeed.