It was too late for happiness - but not too late to be helped by the thought of what I had missed. That is all I haved lived on - don't take it from me now

Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them.

Damn words; they're just the pots and pans of life, the pails and scrubbing-brushes. I wish I didn't have to think in words.

...I have always lived on contrasts! To me the only death is monotony. Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.

... naturalness is not always consonant with taste.

Life has a way of overgrowing its achievements as well as its ruins.

whatever the uses of a room, they are seriously interfered with if it be not preserved as a world by itself.