Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change.

conversation is like a dear little baby that is brought in to be handed round. You must rock it, nurse it, keep it on the move if you want it to keep smiling.

Why! Why! Why is the middle-class so stodgy - so utterly without a sense of humor?

I have such a horror of telegrams that ask me how I am!! I always want to reply dead.

Better to write twaddle, anything, than nothing at all.

I am a recluse at present & do nothing but write & read & read & write

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