Isn't it better to have your heart broken than to have it wither up? Before it could be broken it must have felt something splendid. That would be worth the pain.

My pen shall heal, not hurt.

It was three o'clock in the morning – the wisest and most accursed hour of the clock. But sometimes it sets us free.

You see," she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him.

I have a little brown cocoon of an idea that may possibly expand into a magnificent moth of fulfilment.

She asked me what made me do such a thing. That is an awkward question because I often can't tell what makes me do things. Sometimes I do them just to find out what I feel like doing them. And sometimes I do them because I want to have some exciting things to tell my grandchildren.

Proverbs are all very fine when there's nothing to worry you, but when you're in real trouble, they're not a bit of help.