The middle years of life come on like thunder.
The good is the greatest rival of the best.
Women who set a low value of themselves make life hard for all women.
Chivalry is like a line of credit. You can get plenty of it when you do not need it.
Have we not the brains to think? Hands to work? Hearts to feel? And lives to live?
In regard to tenacity of life, no old yellow cat has anything on a prejudice. You may kill it with your own hands, bury it deep, and sit on the grave, and behold! the next day it will walk in at the back door, purring.