There are two ways of doing battle against Disgrace. You may live it down; or you may run away from it and hide. The first method is heart-breaking, but sure. The second cannot be relied upon because of the uncomfortable way Disgrace has of turning up at your heels.
EDNA FERBER, "The Man Who Came Back"
Any man who can look handsome in a dirty baseball suit is an Adonis. There is something about the baggy pants, and the Micawber-shaped collar, and the skull-fitting cap, and the foot or so of tan, or blue, or pink undershirt sleeve sticking out at the arms, that just naturally kills a man's best points.
EDNA FERBER, "A Bush League Hero"
There are ... just two kinds of girls. Those who go down town Saturday nights, and those who don't.
EDNA FERBER, "That's Marriage"
[Women] ... is nothin' but little girls in long skirts, and their hair done up.
We no longer build fireplaces for physical warmthwe build them for the warmth of the soul; we build them to dream by, to hope by, to home by.
EDNA FERBER, "The Woman Who Tried To Be Good"
Wasn't marriage, like life, unstimulating and unprofitable and somewhat empty when too well ordered and protected and guarded? Wasn't it finer, more splendid, more nourishing, when it was, like life itself, a mixture of the sordid and magnificent; of mud and stars; of earth and flowers; of love and hate and laughter and tears and ugliness and beauty and hurt?