Well, that was life. It was an old tree, and the old passed on. Probably they did not mind. There came a time when all sap ran slowly, and the peace of age with all things behind it merged easily into the peace of death. The difficult thing was to be young.

There is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt.

Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart.

That is the tragedy of growing old, Chris. You don't leave the world. It leaves you.

[To her frequently needed plumber:] How would you like to be adopted? I'm sure it would be cheaper.

Natalie Spenser was giving a dinner. She was not an easy hostess.

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