There is this difference between the grief of youth and that of old age; youth's burden is lightened by as much of it as another shares; old age may give and give, but the sorrow remains the same.
Most wonderful of all are words, and how they make friends one with another.
I've got some of my best yarns from park benches, lamp posts and newspaper stands.
If man knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they'd never marry.
When one loves one's Art no service seems too hard.
She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).