Oh, high is the price of parenthood, and daughters may cost you double. You dare not forget, as you thought you could, that youth is a plague and a trouble.

People are no longer sinful, they are only immature or underprivileged or frightened or, more particularly, sick.

A bit of trash now and then is good for the severest reader. It provides the necessary roughage in the literary diet.

A lady is smarter than a gentleman, maybe, she can sew a fine seam, she can have a baby, she can use her intuition instead of her brain, but she can't fold a paper in a crowded train.

Women are not men's equals in anything except responsibility. We are not their inferiors, either, or even their superiors. We are quite simply different races.

Mere wealth, I am above it, / It is the reputation wide, / The playwright's pomp, the poet's pride / That eagerly I covet.

Stir the eggnog, lift the toddy, Happy New Year everybody.