My youth is escaping without giving me anything it owes me.

Real charity and real ability never to condemn-the one real virtue-is so often the result of a waking experience that gives a glimpse of what lies beneath things.

[On writing:] What a difficult kind of work to choose! But of course one did not choose it. There was no choice.

Our desires have a way of getting bigger with our incomes.

There is probably nothing like living together for blinding people to each other.

it is in our minds that we live much of our life.

Pushing forty? She's hanging on for dear life.