Aunts are discreet, a little shy / By instinct. They forbear to pry.

Seventy is wormwood, Seventy is gall But its better to be seventy, Than not alive at all.

Relations are errors that Nature makes. / Your spouse you can put on the shelf. / But your friends, dear friends, are the quaint mistakes / You always commit yourself.

Nothing fails like success; nothing is so defeated as yesterday's triumphant Cause.

Behind every myth lies a truth; beyond every legend is reality, as radiant (sometimes as chilling) as the story itself.

Happiness puts on as many shapes as discontent, and there is nothing odder than the satisfaction of one's neighbor.

Of course we women gossip on occasion. But our appetite for it is not as avid as a man s. It is in the boys gyms, the college fraternity houses, the club locker rooms, the paneled offices of business that gossip reaches its luxuriant flower.