Happiness is the sublime moment when you get out of your corsets at night.

I have a theory that I did most of my observing probably before I was twenty, stored it, and am still drawing on it.

I have come to believe that giving and receiving are really the same. Giving and receiving - not giving and taking

I don't like those chiffon nighties ... they show your vest.

Progress everywhere today does seem to come so very heavily disguised as Chaos.

They look quite promising in the shop; and not entirely without hope when I get them back into my wardrobe. But then, when I put them on they tend to deteriorate with a very strange rapidity and one feels so sorry for them.

There is no such thing as the pursuit of happiness, but there is the discovery of joy.