There was no escaping by means of any journey, however adventurous, one took one's problems and sorrows with one.

There are people who may be trusted, men as well as women. There are are as many difference in their natures as there are flowers in these meadows.

You can't jump down the stairs in one leap, however much you might wish to, and you even more surely can't jump up it, but one step and then the next and there you are, at the top or the bottom and not a bit out of breath or discomposed.

Anyone may have diamonds: an heirloom is an ornament of quite a different kind.

One remembers horrors, I think, for the rest of one's life, but memories do not always remain so sharp, and with time, and new circumstance, do not affect us so powerfully.

People make one happy, not houses.

The trouble with lies was that once started, the fiction had to be continued, and it was hard always to be remembering details that you had made up upon the spur of the moment.