I'll do my life work, sticking up for the love between man and woman.

Why doesn't the past decently bury itself, instead of sitting waiting to be admired by the present?

I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies - thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.

The mind has no existence by itself; it is only the glitter of the sun on the surface of the waters.

I hold that the parentheses are by far the most important parts of a non-business letter.

I've never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself.

I never know when I sit down, just what I am going to write. I make no plan; it just comes, and I don't know where it comes from.