Ordinary life goes on--that has saved many a man's reason.

An autobiography is only 'a sort of life' - it may contain less errors of fact than a biography, but it is of necessity even more selective: it begins later and it ends prematurely.

If you live in a place for long you cease to read about it.

Innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.

It's a strange thing to discover and to believe that you are loved when you know that there is nothing in you for anybody but a parent or a God to love.

Success is more dangerous than failure, the ripples break over a wider coastline.

Fun... human nature... does no one any harm... Regular as clockwork the old excuses came back into the alert, sad and dissatisfied brain--nothing ever matched the deep excitement of the regular desire. Men always failed you when it came to the act. She might just as well have been to the pictures.