The headmistress was an able instructress in French and history and we learned with her as fast as fear could teach us.

Nothing dates like hate and in literature a little of it goes a very long way.

There is immunity in reading, immunity in formal society, in office routine, in the company of old friends and in the giving of officious help to strangers, but there is no sanctuary in one bed from the memory of another. The past with its anguish will break through every defense-line of custom and habit; we must sleep and therefore we must dream.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives.

There are only three things which make life worth living: to be writing a tolerably good book, to be in a dinner party of six, and to be traveling south with someone whom your conscience permits you to love.

When young we are faithful to individuals, when older we grow loyal to situations and to types.

When even despair ceases to serve any creative purpose, then surely we are justified in suicide.