Regret is an appalling waste of time.

That is the fearful part of having been near death. One knows how easy it is to die. The barriers that are up for everybody else are down for you, and you've only to slip through.

How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences — like rags and shreds of your very life.

Letters are the real curse of my existence. I hate to write them: I have to. If I don't, there they are - the great guilty gates barring my way.

The truth is friendship is every bit as sacred and eternal as marriage.

I want, by understanding myself, to understand others.

It is of immense importance to learn to laugh at ourselves.