There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow.

There was no use in trying to emancipate a wife who had not the dimmest notion that she was not free.

I shan't be lonely now. I was lonely; I was afraid. But the emptiness and the darkness are gone; when I turn back into myself now I'm like a child going at night into a room where there's always a light.

She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life.

One of the first obligations of art is to make all useful things beautiful.

Everything may be labelled- but everybody is not.

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