...I have noticed that when things happen in one's imaginings, they never happen in one's life, so I am curbing myself.
Sometimes [the expression] old age has a kind of harrowing beauty. But elderly - ugh!
I know all about the facts of life, and I don't think much of them.
Thinking of death--strange, beautiful, terrible and a long way off--made me feel happier than ever.
I wanted so terribly to be good to him.
I wonder if there isn't a catch about having plenty of money? Does it eventually take the pleasure out of things?