A lover would find life less broken apart after a misguided love affair if they could feel that they had been sinful rather than foolish.

Getting along with men isn't what's truly important. The vital knowledge is how to get along with one man.

If childhood is still a state, it is now chiefly a state of confusion.

Sisters are always drying their hair. Locked into rooms, alone, they pose at the mirror, shoulders bare, trying this way and that their hair, or fly importunate down the stair to answer the telephone.

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.

The knowingness of little girls, is hidden underneath their curls.

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