My love for you tonight is so deep and tender that it seems to be outside myself as well.

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.

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

Regret is an appalling waste of time.

Can one do nothing for the dead? And for a long time the answer had been - Nothing!

Looking back, I imagine I was always writing. Twaddle it was too. But better far write twaddle or anything, anything, than nothing at all.

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