Oh, impossible. Fancy cream puffs so soon after breakfast. The very idea made one shudder. All the same, two minutes later Jose and Laura were licking their fingers with that absorbed inward look that only comes from whipped cream.

Why it should be such an effort to write to the people one loves I can't imagine. It's none at all to write to those who don't really count.

I want, by understanding myself, to understand others.

I saw myself driving through Eternity in a timeless taxi.

But the more poetry one reads the more one longs to read!

Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change.

It is strange that there are times when I feel the stars are not at all solemn: they are secretly gay.