Still, looking through the old volumes was soothing, because thinking of the past made the present seem a little less real.

I only want to write. And there's no college for that except life.

I know all about the facts of life, and I don't think much of them.

...surely I could give him--a sort of contentment... That isn't enough to give. Not for the giver.

How I wish I lived in a Jane Austen novel!

Topaz was wonderfully patient - but sometimes I wonder if it is not only patience, but also a faint resemblance to cows.

Perhaps it would really be rather dull to be married and settled for life. Liar! It would be heaven.