Self-love is an idolatry. Self-hatred is a tragedy.
The future may be an enemy. Time can turn happy days and nights into nothing.
History ... with its long, leisurely, gentlemanly labors, the books arriving by post, the cards to be kept and filed, the sections to be copied, the documents to be checked, is the ideal pursuit for the New England mind.
Biology is destiny only for girls.
Gossip, or, as we gossips like to say, character analysis.
It is June. This is what I have decided to do with my life just now. I will do this work and lead this life, the one I am leading today. Each morning the blue clock and the crocheted bedspread, the table with the Phone, the books and magazines, the Times at the door.