The only time crying ever did any good was when there was a man around from whom you wished favors.

Death and taxes and childbirth! There's never any convenient time for any of them!

"Yes, I want money more than anything else in the world."
"Then you've made the only choice. But there's a penalty attached, as there is to most things you want. It's loneliness."

Any man who was fool enough to fall for a simper, a faint and an “Oh, how wonderful you are!” wasn’t worth having.

When will you stop looking for compliments in men’s lightest utterances?

Yes, he was coarse, he was tricky, he was unsafe to have dealings with, and you never could tell when the dull weapon you put into his hands in an unguarded moment might turn into the keenest of blades. But, after all, he was as stimulating as--well, as a surreptitious glass of brandy!

Desire and attainment were two different matters; life had not taught her that the race was not to the swift.

But, no matter what rallying cries the orators give to the idiots who fight, no matter what noble purposes they assign to wars, there is never but one reason for a war. And that is money.