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)!

Think of it! We could have gone on longing for one another and pretending not to notice forever. This obsession with dignity can ruin your life if you let it.

Your questions regarding that gentleman are very delicate, very subtle, very much like being smacked in the head with a mallet...it's a tuba among the flutes.

His writings have made me his friend.

Reading good books ruins you for enjoying bad books.

Life goes on." What nonsense, I thought, of course it doesn't. It's death that goes on.

In a good mood I call my hair Chestnut with Gold Glints. In a bad mood, I call it mousy brown