I had a vision ... of being found on the pavement by some passerby, with a small punctuation mark ending my sentence of life.

Love sees clearly, and seeing, loves on. But infatuation is blind; when it gains sight, it dies.

The author lives with one foot in an everyday world and the other feeling about anxiously for a foothold in another more precarious one.

The writing career is not a romantic one. The writer's life may be colorful, but his work itself is rather drab.

To the bottle! In infancy, the milk bottle; in our prime, the wine bottle; in our dotage, the pill bottle.

I began to feel that if religion was either an illusion or a revelation, it was simpler to accept it as an illusion.

I suppose it is because woman's courage is mental and man's physical, that in times of great strain women always make the better showing.