Why! Why! Why is the middle-class so stodgy - so utterly without a sense of humor?

I am treating you as my friend, asking you to share my present minuses in the hope that I can ask you to share my future plusses.

Who is to decide between 'Let it be' and 'Force it'?

Life never become a habit to me. It's always a marvel.

Letters are the real curse of my existence. I hate to write them: I have to. If I don't, there they are - the great guilty gates barring my way.

What is it with me? Am I absolutely nobody, but merely inordinately vain? I do not know…. But I am most fearfully unhappy. That is all. I am so unhappy that I wish I was dead—yet I should be mad to die when I have not yet lived at all.

if one really does try to find out why it is that people don't leave each other, one discovers a mystery. It is because they can't; they are bound. And nobody on earth knows what are the bonds that bind them except those two.