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

Who do I like best, men or women? I think it really depends on what for!

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

ideas are never scarce; it is only one's panic sense of limitation that blocks the way.

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

If I should go before the rest of you Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone, Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves that I have known. Weep if you must, Parting is hell, But life goes on, So sing as well.

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.