We get something to do and as soon as we've got it, it gets us.

Most people hew the battlements of life from compromise, erecting their impregnable keeps from judicious submissions, fabricating their philosophical drawbridges from emotional retractions and scalding marauders in the boiling oil of sour grapes.

Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

Father said conflict develops the character

Maybe other people's ideas of us are truer than our own.

People are like almanacs, Bonnie - you never can find the information you're looking for, but the casual reading is well worth the trouble.

The Flapper awoke from her lethargy of sub-deb-ism, bobbed her hair, put on her choicest pair of earrings and a great deal of audacity and rouge and went into the battle. She flirted because it was fun to flirt and wore a one-piece bathing suit because she had a good figure she was conscious that the things she did were the things she had always wanted to do. Mothers disapproved of their sons taking the Flapper to dances, to teas, to swim and most of all to heart.