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.

As a rule, I am very careful to be shallow and conventional where depth and originality are wasted.

A house isn't a home without the ineffable contentment of a cat with its tail folded about its feet. A cat gives mystery, charm, suggestion.

The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn't it?

Cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good.

It's as easy to give away a million as a hundred if you have not got either.

Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.