Food is the supremest of pleasures.

To the happy all things come: happiness can even bring the dead back to life. It is our resentments, our dreariness, our hate and envy, unrecognized by us, which keeps us miserable. Yet these things are in our heads, not out of our hands; we own them. We can throw them out if we choose.

There is probably an innate masochism in a lot of women that ends up disappointed if men don't ill-treat them.

You will find that women who are pregnant often don't want to be and women who aren't desperately envy those who are. Labour wards are always full of very punitive people.

Take me! Well, not quite take me, love me now, take me eventually

Of course you have to believe in destiny; that everything is sheer chance is an intolerable notion.

Writing is an act of generosity toward other people.