These little grey cells. It is up to them.

I have wanted . . . to commit a murder myself. I recognized this as the desire of the artist to express himself! . . . But-incongruous as it may seem to some-I was restrained and hampered by my innate sense of justice. The innocent must not suffer.

A great many men are mad, and no one knows it. They do not know it themselves

Liking is more important than loving. It lasts. I want what is between us to last, Luke. I don't want us just to love each other and marry and get tired of each other and then want to marry some one else.

The tragedy of life is that people do not change.

It's astonishing in this world how things don't turn out at all the way you expect them to.

The heart of a woman who loves will forgive many blows.