Never shall I forget those naked, clean-swept little Canadian towns, one just like the other. Before I was twelve years old, I must have lived in fifty of them.
That's the unfortunate thing about death. It's so terribly final.
We have learned to take life seriously, but never ourselves.
It is not how old you are, but how you are old.
I have had a couple of marriages, but like every other woman I had a perfect right to them.
the human heart clings - even to its pain.