Books and marriage go ill together.
Oh, how fine it is to know a thing or two.
Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money.
A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood.
Time has nothing to do with the matter.
Once you have the cap and gown all you need do is open your mouth. Whatever nonsense you talk becomes wisdom and all the rubbish good sense.