I knew that I had turned my world back to cinders, sunk my lovely ship with my own stupid, wicked hands.

I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark

...the floss-silk manes tossed up like the crest of a breaking wave....Light ran and glittered on them. They were obedient...you would have sworn...as the white horses of the wave crests are to pull of the moon.

It is not true that women cannot keep secrets. Where they love, they can be trusted to death and beyond, against all sense and reason. It is their weakness, and their great strength.

I had always been content to know that there was more in the living world than we could hope to understand.

Folks will say anything, and next time round they'll believe it.

You never know how you'll turn out till you've been down to half a dollar and no prospects.