Truth is like heat or light; its vibrations are endless, and are endlessly felt.

Grandmother belongs to the generation of women who were satisfied to have men retain their vices, if they removed their hats.

When one promise jostles another, one of 'em isn't a promise.

the blue and cloudless day closes like the lid of a casket of jewels upon the violet rim of sea, and shuts out the light.

Real divorce takes place without a decree.

What I object to in Mother is that she wants me to think her thoughts. Apart from the question of hypocrisy, I prefer my own.

... there must be reserves -- except with God. The human soul is solitary. But for confession that is different; justice and reparation sometimes demand it; but, again, justice and courage sometimes forbid it.