[Wishing her mother had named her Beulah:] At least you did not sit on your beulah.

I loathe all this blind rushing pell-mell into a struggle arranged by the mighty minority and paid for with the lives of young men who are drugged on trumped-up ideals.

Oh - oh, why is it that the members of a family feel privileged to treat one another with a cruelty they would not exhibit to the merest stranger?

Nervous hands as if the fingers were dripping from them like icicles.

Any writer worth the name is always getting into one thing or getting out of another thing.

Life owes me a living worth living. Yes, Eden regarded life as her debtor, she its relentless paymaster.

Charm is an odorless perfume, which cannot be anchored in the chemists' test tube. It is a permeation, a radiation. It emanates from the climate of a warm human spirit, which not only contains light, but gives it off.