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

Do you remember your childhood? I am always coming across these marvelous accounts by writers who declare that they remember 'everything.' I certainly don't. The dark stretches, the blanks, are much bigger than the bright glimpses. I seem to have spent most of my time like a plant in a cupboard.

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.

Once we have learned to read, meaning of words can somehow register without consciousness.

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'd always rather be with people who loved me too little rather than with people who loved me too much.

To long for everything: sorrow; to accept everything: joy.