In the country of pain we are each alone.

I can understand people simply fleeing the mountainous effort Christmas has become... but there are always a few saving graces and finally they make up for all the bother and distress.

I suppose real old age begins when one looks backward rather than forward

I think that passion if really intense is always destructive if not to the two involved, always to other people.

If art is not to be life-enhancing, what is it to be? Half the world is feminine - why is there resentment at a female-oriented art? Nobody asks The Tale of Genji to be masculine! Women certainly learn a lot from books oriented toward a masculine world. Why is not the reverse also true? Or are men really so afraid of women's creativity?

“How does one grow up?” I asked a friend the other day. There was a slight pause; then she answered, “By thinking.”

I am not a greedy person except about flowers and plants, and then I become fanatically greedy.