Five golden years, Heart of Mine, have we walked the way of life together, and there is not an hour I would have changed; there is no moment when I would have you other than you have been. It is the fashion these days, I know, to say that love ends at the altar, but it is not so. You and I have found the old dream of the world divinely true. It is neither a poet's fancy nor a trick of the imagination, but a thing of fadeless and unending beauty.

It is possible for a spinster to be disappointed in lovers, but only the married are ever disappointed in love.

For the size of it, a check book is about the greatest convenience I know of.

Womankind suffers from three delusions: marriage will reform a man, a rejected lover is heartbroken for life, and if the other women were only out of the way, he would come back.

Death is the advertisement, at the end of an autobiography, wherein people discover its virtues.

If we all tried to make other people's paths easy, our own feet would have a smooth even place to walk on.

There are many people who consider love a dream, but they usually grow to think of marriage as the cold breakfast.