I have lost friends, some by death...others by sheer inability to cross the street.

... pure honesty is a doubtful quality; it means often lack of imagination.

For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year?

People ask me why I write. I write to find out what I know.

It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple: one must be a woman manly, or a man womanly.

About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.

scarcely a human being in the course of history has fallen to a woman's rifle; the vast majority of birds and beasts have been killed by you, not by us. Obviously there is for you some glory, some necessity, some satisfaction in fighting which we have never felt or enjoyed.