It's a whydunnit in q-sharp major and it has a message: never talk to the sort of girls that you wouldn't leave lying about in your drawing-room for the servants to pick up.

She wasn't a person to whom things happen. She did all the happenings.

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.

Give me a girl at an impressionable age and she is mine for life.

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

We often laughed at others in our house, and I picked up the craft of being polite while people were present and laughing later if there was anything to laugh about.

How wonderful it feels to be an artist and a woman in the twentieth century.