The world has different owners at sunrise... Even your own garden does not belong to you. Rabbits and blackbirds have the lawns; a tortoise-shell cat who never appears in daytime patrols the brick walls, and a golden-tailed pheasant glints his way through the iris spears.

It is nice to think how one can be recklessly lost in a daisy!

For it is only framed in space that beauty blooms.

What a crippling art writing is, no body to it, no craft, really. It's all in the mind and you never see it or feel it -- only sometimes hear it. It uses only such a small part of man. I wish I were a sculptor.

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

Marriage should, I think, always be a little bit hard and new and strange. It should be breaking your shell and going into another world, and a bigger one.

I believe that what woman resents is not so much giving herself in pieces as giving herself purposelessly.