There was no need to do any housework at all. After four years the dirt doesn't get any worse.

I was amazed to receive later a substantial sum for sitting in my room and talking about myself. If only I could get some of the back pay!

The measure of woman's distaste for any part of her life lies not in the loudness of her lamentations (these are only an attempt to buy a martyr's crown at a r…

God, from whose territory I had withdrawn my ambassadors at the age of fourteen. It had become obvious that he was never going to do a thing I said.

My theory on housework is, if the item doesn't multiply, smell, catch fire, or block the refrigerator door, let it be. No one else cares. Why should you?

There has to be a woman, but not much of a one. A good horse is much more important.

Big deal! I'm used to dust.