The key to all knowledge comes in words of just one syllable, apparently.... There's only the last page left to write on. I'll fill it with words of just one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.

When I read a book, I put in all the imagination I can, so that it is almost like writing the book as well as reading it - or rather, it is like living it. It makes reading so much more exciting, but I don't suppose many people try to do it.

I wonder if there isn't a catch about having plenty of money? Does it eventually take the pleasure out of things?

Truthfulness so often goes with ruthlessness.

I wanted to know more about the young ... strange that though they laughed so loud, they so seldom smiled. Perhaps laughter was involuntary whereas smiling was part of an attitude to life.

I shouldn't think even millionaires could eat anything nicer than new bread and real butter and honey for tea.

Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.