It's so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn't it?

Comedy and tragedy are so mixed up in life, Gilbert. The only thing that haunts me is that tale of the two who lived together fifty years and hated each other all that time. I can't believe they really did. Somebody has said that 'hate is only love that has missed its way.' I feel sure that under the hatred they really loved each other . . . just as I really loved you all those years I thought I hated you . . . and I think death would show it to them. I'm glad I found out in life.

Even when I'm alone I have real good company — dreams and imaginations and pretendings. I like to be alone now and then, just to think over things and taste them. But I love friendships — and nice, jolly little times with people.

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

Of all the uncertain things marriage is the uncertainest.

Secrets are generally terrible. Beauty is not often hidden — only ugliness and deformity.

Everything that's worth having is some trouble.