There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I'll be through with them. That's a comforting thought

That's one splendid thing about such affairs — it's so lovely to look back to them.

[O]ne can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things.

I can't cheer up — I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!

We are both going to pray that we may live together all our lives and die the same day.

If you can't be cheerful, be as cheerful as you can.

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?