The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night.

I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.

When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.

Belfastas uncivilised as ever--savage black mothers in houses of dark red brick, friendly manufacturers too drunk to entertain you when you arrive. It amuses me till I get tired.

The strong are so stupid.

What the world most needs today are negative virtues - not minding people, not being huffy, touchy, irritable or revengeful.

One doesn't come to Italy for niceness," was the retort; "one comes for life. Buon giorno! Buon giorno!