It is the leisured, I have noticed, who rebel the most at an interruption of routine.

O, merry is the Optimist, With the troops of courage leaguing. But a dour trend In any friend Is somehow less fatiguing.

Wherever conversation's flowing, / Why must I feel it falls on me / To keep things going?

Please to put a nickel, please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at Christmas time!

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 like other women fine. The more feminine she is, the more comfortable a woman feels with her own sex. It is only the occasional and therefore noticeable adventuress who refuses to make friends with us.

Tomorrow will come and today will pass, / But the hearts of the young are brittle as glass.