I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you've been doing. It's a hundred years since we've met-it may be another hundred before we meet again.

Yes, one gets over things. But there are certain memories one can't bit on.

It was easy enough to despise the world, but decidedly difficult to find any other habitable region.

My last page is always latent in my first; but the intervening windings of the way become clear only as I write.

One of the great things about travel is you find out how many good, kind people there are.

Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.

I was a failure in Boston...because they thought I was too fashionable to be intelligent, and a failure in New York because they were afraid I was too intelligent to be fashionable.