I'm really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.

An old house with its windows gone always makes me think of something dead with its eyes picked out.

Nothing worth while is every easy come by.

People laugh at me because I use big words. But if you have big ideas, you have to use big words to express them, haven't you?

Night is beautiful when you are happy--comforting when you are in grief--terrible when you are lonely and unhappy.

I am quite likely to re-act to the opposite extreme - to feel rapturously that the world is beautiful and mere existence something to thank God for. I suppose our 'blues' are the price we have to pay for our temperament. 'The gods don't allow us to be in their debt.' They give us sensitiveness to beauty in all its forms but the shadow of the gift goes with it.

It is never quite safe to think we have done with life. When we imagine we have finished our story fate has a trick of turning the page and showing us yet another chapter.