God wastes nothing - not even sin. The soul that has struggled and come through is enriched by it's experiences, and Grace does not merely blot out the evil past but in the most literal sense "makes it good."

But that's men all over ... Poor dears, they can't help it. They haven't got logical minds.

Nothing is more vulgar than a careful avoidance of beginning a letter with the first person singular.

It is the first duty of a gentleman to remember in the morning who he went to bed with the night before.

Very dangerous things, theories.

It's very inconvenient being a sculptor. It's like playing the double-bass; one's so handicapped by one's baggage.

All the children seem to be coming out quite intelligent, thank goodness. It would have been such a bore to be the mother of morons, and it’s an absolute toss-up, isn’t it? If one could only invent them, like characters in books, it would be much more satisfactory to a well-regulated mind.