Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.

After all, one knows one's weak points so well, that it's rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others.

One cares so little for the style in which one's praises are written.

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

What is one's personality, detached from that of the friends with whom fate happens to have linked one? I cannot think of myself apart from the influence of the two or three greatest friendships of my life, and any account of my own growth must be that of their stimulating and enlightening influence.

The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!

In the dissolution of sentimental partnerships it is seldom that both associates are able to withdraw their funds at the same time.