Sometimes [the expression] old age has a kind of harrowing beauty. But elderly - ugh!

I like seeing people when they can't see me.

Sometimes [the expression] old age has a kind of harrowing beauty. But elderly - ugh!

a loss of sensibility follows a loss of innocence, at once a penalty and a compensation.

Perhaps what you call conventionality, I call decency.

Just to be in love seemed the most blissful luxury I had ever known. The thought came to me that perhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return -- that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness. For a moment I felt that I had discovered a great truth.

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