Friends, show me a man who hates himself, and I'll show you a man who hates his neighbours more! He'd have to – you wouldn't grant anyone else something you can't have for yourself – no love, no kindness, no respect!

Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers. How delightful if that were true.

I never met a man half so true as a dog. Treat a dog right, and he'll treat you right. He'll keep you company, be your friend, and never ask you no questions. Cats is different, but I never held that against 'em.

Then i imagined a lifetime of having to cry to get him to be kind, and I went back to no again.

She is one of those ladies who is more beautiful at sixty than she could possibly have been at twenty. (how I hope someone says that about me someday)!

Those times, I tried to think of something happy, something I'd liked - but not something I loved, for that made it worse.

I don’t know whether to feel flattered or hunted.