“I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.” — James M. Barrie

It's a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it, you don't need to have anything else; and if you don't have it, it doesn't much matter what else you have.

Every man who is high up likes to think that he has done it all himself, and the wife smiles and lets it go at that.

For several days after my first book was published, I carried it about in my pocket and took surreptitious peeps at it to make sure the ink had not faded.

Strength instead of being the lusty child of passion, grows by grappling with and subduing them.