We have lost the art of living, and in the most important science of all, the science of daily life, the science of behavior, we are complete ignoramuses. We have psychology instead.

I prefer unlucky things. Luck is vulgar. Who wants what luck would bring? I don't.

When love turns into dust, money becomes the substitution.

What the eye doesn't see and the mind doesn't know, doesn't exist.

She herself had never been able to be altogether herself: it had been denied her.

A book lives as long as it is unfathomed.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself