I often wonder why the whole world is so prone to generalise. Generalisations are seldom if ever true and are usually utterly inaccurate.

One of the luckiest things that can happen to you in life is, I think, to have a happy childhood.

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.

Fey...a Scotch word...It means the kind of exalted happiness that comes before disaster. You know--it's too good to be true.

The first time you do a thing is always exciting.

One is left with the horrible feeling now that war settles nothing; that to win a war is as disastrous as to lose one.

Words, mademoiselle, are only the outer clothing of ideas.