anger and jealousy are spasms of the nerves, not of the heart.

The nearer she came to death, the more, by some perversity of nature, did she enjoy living.

It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.

Dignity is an anachronism.

What fools people are when they think they can make two lives belong together by saying words over them.

No idea is so antiquated that it was not once modern. No idea is so modern that it will not someday be antiquated.

No one in the modern world is more lonely than the writer with a literary conscience.