I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.

But I believe I rather like superstitious people. They lend color to life. Wouldn't it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible . . . and good? What would we find to talk about?

Fear is a confession of weakness. What you fear is stronger than you, or you think it is, else you wouldn't be afraid of it.

It does not do to laugh at the pangs of youth. They are very terrible because youth has not yet learned that 'this, too, will pass away.

She seemed to walk in an atmosphere of things about to happen.

It's great to be great, but it's great to be human.

...a little "appreciation" sometimes does quite as much good as all the conscientious "bringing up" in the world.