Isn't it funny that at Christmas something in you gets so lonely for - I don't know what exactly, but it's something that you don't mind so much not having at other times.

All men are no more alike than all women, only aliker.

Death is dreadfully personal, terribly important to oneself, and so unimportant to the rest of the world.

As long as I am on this little planet I expect to love a lot of people and I hope they will love me in return.

When there's love enough you can stand anything. When there isn't, you can stand nothing. Living together every day you find out a lot you didn't know, and love can't keep still. It's got to grow or die.

In a man they forgive anything. In a woman nothing.

... the place you're in is pretty near what you're fitted to fill. Otherwise you'd get out and fill another.