You might drop your heart into me and you'd never hear it touch bottom.

Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who all are happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.

I am going to enjoy life in Paris I know. It is so human and there is something noble in the city... It is a real city, old and fine and life plays in it for everybody to see.

I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.

Winter is a terrible time for thin people - terrible! Why should it hound them down, fasten on them, worry them so? Why not, for a change, take a nip, take a snap at the fat ones who wouldn't notice? But no! It is sleek, warm, cat-like summer that makes the fat one's life a misery. Winter is all for bones.

Perhaps it does not matter so very much what it is one loves in this world. But love something one must.

Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy, you can't build on it it's only good for wallowing in.