The point is, life has to be endured, and lived. But how to live it is the problem.

When one is writing a novel in the first person, one must be that person.

I could not ask forgiveness for something I had not done. As scapegoat, I could only bear the fault.

But I have had enough melodrama in this life, and would willingly give my five senses if they could ensure us our present peace and security. Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind. Of course we have our moments of depression; but there are other moments too, when time, unmeasured by the clock, runs on into eternity and, catching his smile, I know we are together, we march in unison, no flash of thought or opinion makes a barrier between us.

Living as we do in an age of noise and bluster, success is now measured accordingly. We must all be seen, and heard, and on the air.

no person will ever get into my blood as a place can ... People and things pass away, but not places.

I held out my arms to him and he came to me like a child.