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

Whatever happens I have had these blissful, perfect moments and they are worth living for.

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

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.

Life never become a habit to me. It's always a marvel.

Better to write twaddle, anything, than nothing at all.

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