A sure way to lose happiness, I found, is to want it at the expense of everything else.

Basically, I believe the world is a jungle, and if it's not a bit of a jungle in the home, a child cannot possibly be fit to enter the outside world.

I'd marry again if I found a man who had fifteen million dollars, would sign over half to me, and guarantee that he'd be dead within a year.

Brought up to respect the conventions, love had to end in marriage. I'm afraid it did.

An affair now and then is good for a marriage. It adds spice, stops it from getting boring... I ought to know.