He had discovered that people who allow themselves to be blown about by the winds of emotion and impulse are always unhappy people.

Of course she had some pathetic illusions about herself or she would not be able to go on living.

There is always the other side, always.

Soon he'll come in again and kiss me, but differently. He'll be different and so I'll be different. It'll be different. I thought, 'It'll be different, different. It must be different.

The perpetual hunger to be beautiful and that thirst to be loved which is the real curse of Eve.

Every word I say has chains round its ankles; every thought I think is weighted with heavy weights.

I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some.