It must be less wicked to love the wrong person than not to love anybody at all.

People struggled on for years with 'troubles,' but they almost always succumbed to 'complications.

One of the surprises of her unoccupied state was the discovery that time, when it is left to itself and no definite demands are made on it, cannot be trusted to move at any recognized pace

Why do we call all our generous ideas illusions, and the mean ones truths?

To your generation, I must represent the literary equivalent of tufted furniture and gas chandeliers.

How I hate everything!

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