Thin-lipped wisdom spoke at her from the worn chair, hinted at prudence, quoted from that book of cowardice whose author apes the name of common sense.
My philosophy? I'm always right and you are wrong.
Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.
Art, like Nature, has her monsters, things of bestial shape and with hideous voices.
No man should have a secret from his wife. She invariably finds it out.
It is absurd to say that there are neither ruins nor curiosities in America when they have their mothers and their manners.