The older we get the more we seem to think that everything was better in the past.

Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.

The older we get the more we seem to think that everything was better in the past.

The heart of mine is only one, it cannot be known by anybody but myself.

I would call back at least for literature this world of shadows we are losing. In the mansion called literature I would have the eaves deep and the walls dark, I would push back into the shadows the things that come forward too clearly, I would strip away the useless decoration. I do not ask that this be done everywhere, but perhaps we may be allowed at least one mansion where we can turn off the electric lights and see what it is like without them.

There are those who say that when civilization progresses a bit further transportation facilities will move into the skies and under the ground, and that our streets will again be quiet, but I know perfectly well that when that day comes some new device for torturing the old will be invented.

For a woman who lived in the dark it was enough if she had a faint, white face -a full body was unnecessary.