Some couples go over their budgets very carefully every month. Others just go over them.

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

Winter is a terrible time for thin people - terrible! Why should it hound them down, fasten on them, worry them so? Why not, for a change, take a nip, take a snap at the fat ones who wouldn't notice? But no! It is sleek, warm, cat-like summer that makes the fat one's life a misery. Winter is all for bones.

To acknowledge the presence of fear is to give birth to failure.

Warm, eager, living life-to be rooted in life-to learn, to desire, to know, to feel, to think, to act. This is what I want. And nothing less. That is what I must try for.

I think I hate snow, downright hate it. There is something stupefying in it, a kind of 'You must be worse before you're better,' and down it spins.

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