If I were not a child with my parents, they would be more unloving toward me.

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

People have never lost what they think they have.

We do not discuss the members of our family to their faces.

I never agree with the compliments paid to it. It is not a great healer. It is an indifferent and perfunctory one. Sometimes it does not heal at all. And sometimes when it seems to, no healing has been necessary.

Many people misjudge the permanent effect of sorrow, and their capacity to live in the past.

When I die, people will say it is the best thing for me. It is because they know it is the worst. They want to avoid the feeling of pity. As though they were the people most concerned!