People need trouble - a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it.

Women do have an affinity for evil, for believing that no woman is to be trusted, but that some men are too innocent to protect themselves.

I suppose that people, using themselves and each other so much by words, are at least consistent in attributing wisdom to a still tongue.

The whiskey died away in time and was renewed and died again, but the street ran on. From that night the thousand streets ran as one street, with imperceptible corners and changes of scene.

I am not one of those women who can stand things.

Well, between Scotch and nothin', I suppose I'd take Scotch. It's the nearest thing to good moonshine I can find.

She was the captain of her soul