I often wonder if we were all characters in one of God's dreams.

Jealousy ... is an affliction of the spirit which, unlike some sins of the flesh, gives no one any pleasure.

it never really occurred to her that literary men, if they like women at all, do not want literary women but girls.

Being in love is something like poetry. Certainly, you can analyze and expound its various senses and intentions, but there is always something left over, mysteriously hovering between music and meaning.

It is well, when in difficulties, to say never a word, neither black nor white. Speech is silver but silence is golden.

Beware the ire of the calm.

I was just as anxious to prevent injustice as to cause justice.