‎What a blight that woman is. Do you happen to know why? I lean toward a malignant fairy at her christening.

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

Light griefs are loquacious, but the great are dumb.

one year as his wife, and id have become one of those abject, quaking women who look at their husbands when someone asks them a question. I've always despised that type, but I see how it happens now

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.

But you want to know about the influence of books on my life, and as I've said, there was only one. Seneca. . .Maybe that sounds dull, but the letters aren't - they're witty. I think you learn more if you're laughing at the same time.

My worries travel around in my head on their well worn path