there does seem to me something sad in life. It is hard to say what it is. I don't mean the sorrow that we all know, like illness and poverty and death. No, it is something different. It is there, deep down, deep down, part of one, like one's breathing.

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

roses are the only flowers at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing.

There are in life as many aspects as attitudes towards it, and aspects change with attitudes.

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.

Do the hardest thing on earth for you. ACT YOURSELF.

Whenever I prepare for a journey I prepare as though for death. Should I never return, all is in order.