Like all really strong-minded women, on whom everybody flops, she adored being bossed about. It was so restful.

Women are all alike - aye fussin' over their fal-lals and bedazin' a man's eyes, when all they really want is man's blood and his heart out of his body and his soul and his pride.

You have the most revolting Florence Nightingale complex,' said Mrs. Smiling. It is not that at all, and well you know it. On the whole, I dislike my fellow beings; I find them so difficult to understand. But I have a tidy mind and untidy lives irritate me. Also, they are uncivilized.

Nature is all very well in her place, but she must not be allowed to make things untidy.

Curious how Love destroys every vestige of that politeness which the human race, in its years of evolution, has so painfully acquired.

There are some things (like first love and one’s first reviews) at which a woman in her middle years does not care to look too closely.

Surely she had endured enough for one evening without having to listen to intelligent conversation?