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

... if one can remember without loving, then couldn't one love without remembering?

Every crucial experience can be regarded as a setback - or a start of a new kind of development. [You have the responsibility to decide if you will see it as a bad setback or good start!]

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

I suppose there is something in all of us that harks back to the soil. When you come to think of it, what are picnics but outcroppings of instinct? No one really enjoys them or expects to enjoy them, but with the first warm days some prehistoric instinct takes us out into the woods, to fry potatoes over a strangling wood fire or spend the next week getting grass stains out of our clothes. It must be instinct; every atom of intelligence warns us to stay at home near the refrigerator.

We are often miserable at our desk or typewriters, but not happy away from them.

Conflict is the very essence of life.