When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.

But it struck him that people are not really dead until they are felt to be dead. As long as there is some misunderstanding about them, they possess a sort of immortality.

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

I really don't know what happens next -- one so seldom does.

You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.

The historian records, but the novelist creates.

Nonsense and beauty have close connections.