I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.

The ostrich burying its head in the sand does at any rate wish to convey the impression that its head is the most important part of it.

Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who all are happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.

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

Courage is like a disobedient dog, once it starts running away it flies all the faster for your attempts to recall it.

I love this place; I love mountains and big skies and forests. And the weather is still supremely beautiful even though the lower peaks are powdered with fresh snow. But Heavens! What sun. It never has an ending. I am basking at this minute - half past four - too hot without a hat, & the sky is that transparent blue only to be seen in autumn - the forest trees steeped in light.

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.