Her capacity for family affection is extraordinary. When her third husband died, her hair turned quite gold from grief.
He would stab his best friend for the sake of writing an epigraph on his tombstone.
Every woman is wrong until she cries.
I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world.
No woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.
Intuition is a strange instinct that tells a woman she is right, whether she is or not.