Love is a force. . . . It is not a result; it is a cause. It is not a product. It is a power, like money, or steam or electricity. It is valueless unless you can give something else by means of it.

Geniuses were like storms or cyclones, pulling everything into their path, sticks and stones and dust.

It is terribly amusing how many different climates of feelings one can go through in one day.

I want to be pure in heart -- but I like to wear my purple dress.

One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay 'in kind' somewhere else in life.

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.

The world has been forced to its knees. Unhappily, we seldom find our way there without being beaten to it by suffering.