Though friendship is not quick to burn it is explosive stuff.

instant intimacy was too often followed by disillusion.

One of the good elements of old age is that we no longer have to prove anything, to ourselves or to anyone else. We are what we are.

I love giving flowers. It is so deliciously unlasting and romantic.

If I were to choose one single thing that that would restore Paris to the senses, it would be that strangely sweet, unhealthy smell of the Métro, so very unlike the dank cold or the stuffy heat of subways in New York.

Lunches are just not good. They take the heart out of the day and the spaciousness from the morning's work.

Women are at last becoming persons first and wives second, and that is as it should be.