I hate nature. I really do. Nature is composed entirely of sticks, dirt, fall-down places, biting and stinging things, and savageries too numerous to list. And I'm not the only one who feels this way. Man has been building cities since the year oughty-ought, just to get away from this stuff.

He might be a man without character, but she was a woman without courage. Of the two, which was worse?

There is no sound so terrible as a man's sorrow for his own death.

A woman should never, never, never be financially dependent to anyone, especially a man, because the minute you were dependent, you could be abused.