O God, let me write books! Please, God, let me write books!

... the life of the mind is reality, and love without romantic illumination is a spiritless matter.

It is easy to convince a man who already thinks as you do.

Life has taught me that the greatest tragedy is not to die too soon but to live too long.

She must face her grief where the struggle is always hardest-in the place where each trivial object is attended by pleasant memories.

He who demands little gets it.

Nothing is more trying than nerves to people who have none.