Mothers, of course, are all right. They pay a chap's bills and don't bother him. But fathers bother a chap and never pay his bills.

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.

In going to America one learns that poverty is not a necessary accompaniment to civilization.

Her love was trembling in laughter on her lips.

There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel no one else has a right to blame us.

To define is to limit.

In married life three is company and two none.