From the American newspapers you'd think America was populated solely by naked women and cinema stars.
Grass is growing on the Front Bench.
The only thing the women were after was just the chance to help the world on. But some men were so dreadfully afraid of them that they refused to understand, and talked about 'shrieking sisterhoods' and 'disappointed spinsters' and rubbish of that sort.
Basic beauty lies in the way a woman walks; it is health and an attitude to life.
My vigour, vitality, and cheek repel me. I am the kind of woman I would run from.
The penalty for success is to be bored by the people who used to snub you.