Say what you will, making marriage work is a woman's business. The institution was invented to do her homage; it was contrived for her protection. Unless she accepts it as such --as a beautiful, bountiful, but quite unequal association --the going will be hard indeed.

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

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

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.

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.

Meanness inherits a set of silverware and keeps it in the bank. Economy uses it only on important occasions, for fear of loss. Thrift sets the table with it every night for pure pleasure, but counts the butter spreaders before they are put away.

The ability to forget a sorrow is childhood's most enchanting feature.