there are times when life surprises one, and anything may happen, even what one had hoped for.

idealism, that gaudy coloring matter of passion, fades when it is brought beneath the trenchant white light of knowledge. Ideals, like mountains, are best at a distance.

Violence commands both literature and life, and violence is always crude and distorted.

Cruelty, I truly believe, is the one and only sin.

Evidently, whatever else marriage might prevent, it was not a remedy for isolation of spirit.

women love with their imagination and men with their senses.

There is no monster more destructive than the inventive mind that has outstripped philosophy.