We can never go back again, that much is certain. The past is still close to us. The things we have tried to forget and put behind us would stir again, and that sense of fear, of furtive unrest, struggling at length to blind unreasoning panic - now mercifully stilled, thank God - might in some manner unforeseen become a living companion as it had before.

She knew that this was happiness, this was living as she had always wished to live.

I wish I was a woman of about thirty-six dressed in black satin with a string of pearls.

People who travel are always fugitives.

How simple life becomes when things like mirrors are forgotten.

From the very first, I knew that it would be so...I smiled to myself, and said, "That -- and none other.

I had build up false pictures in my mind and sat before them. I had never had the courage to demand the truth.