I don't think there is such a thing as a precise sexual orientation. I think we're all ambiguous sexually.

Hysteria is a natural phenomenon, the common denominator of the female nature. It's the female weapon and the test of a man is his ability to cope with it.

Girls that aren't cut out for business careers usually wind up married to some nice man.

It is a terrible thing for an old woman to outlive her dogs.

Perhaps the most vivid recollection of my youth is that of the local wheelmen, led by my father, stopping at our home to eat pone, sip mint juleps, and flog the field hands. This more than anything cultivated my life-long aversion to bicycles.

We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.

There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.