This is the wonderful thing about the pure in heart--they do see God.

There is something in the quality of the French mind to which I have always felt a reluctant kinship. They are the only people I know who can leap into an enormous vocabulary of words and beat them up with the wings of their spirit into a fine hysterical eloquence.

No one has yet had the courage to memorialize his wealth on his tombstone. A dollar mark would not look well there.

war is a ferocious form of insanity. Nothing can justify it.

Mere words will not do. They must convey the color, charm, and pulse of life. They must have a private twinkle of wit in them that makes a good-natured noise like laughter through the keyhole of the reader's mind.

I was not too stupid to learn, but too smart. Some instinct must have warned me that a woman accomplished in the domestic arts is frequently enslaved by them.

I believe if we can wait long enough that every honorable sorrow will become a kind of joy.