My vigour, vitality, and cheek repel me. I am the kind of woman I would run from.
I would rather commit adultery than drink a glass of beer.
When she woke briefly during her last illness and found all her family around her bedside: "Am I dying or is this my birthday?"
One reason I don't drink is that I want to know when I am having a good time.
The most practical thing in the world is common sense and common humanity.
We women talk too much, but even then we don't tell half what we know