It's hard / Keeping up with the avant-garde.

Marriage was all a woman's idea and for man's acceptance of the pretty yoke, it becomes us to be grateful.

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.

Compromise, if not the spice of life, is its solidity. It is what makes nations great and marriages happy

Men can't be trusted with pruning shears any more than they can be trusted with the grocery money in a delicatessen . . . They are like boys with new pocket knives who will not stop whittling.

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

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.