What things are sure this side of paradise: Death, taxes, and the counsel of the bore. Though we outwit the tithe, make death our friend, Bores we have with us even to the end.

The mass of men live lives of quiet exasperation.

This is the gist of what I know: Give advice and buy a foe.

"Love or perish" we are told and we tell ourselves. The phrase is true enough so long as we do not interpret it as "Mingle or be a failure."

A girl (and perhaps the same thing applies to a boy) would find life less broken apart after a misguided love affair if she could feel that she had been sinful rather than a fool.

Marriage is a lot of things-an alliance, a sacrament, a comedy, or a mistake; but it is definitely not a partnership because that implies equal gain. And every right-thinking woman knows the profit in matrimony is by all odds hers.

Marriage was all a woman's idea, and for man's acceptance of the pretty yoke it becomes us to be grateful.

Women are not men's equals in anything except responsibility. We are not their inferiors, either, or even their superiors. We are quite simply different races.

Happiness puts on as many shapes as discontent, and there is nothing odder than the satisfaction of one's neighbor.

Ah, snug lie those that slumber Beneath Conviction's roof. Their floors are sturdy lumber, Their windows weatherproof. But I sleep cold forever And cold sleep all my kind, For I was born to shiver In the draft from an open mind.