When I write stories I am like someone who is in her own country, walking along streets that she has known since she was a child, between walls and trees that are hers.

No adultery is bloodless.

Over my real sorrows I never weep.

As far as the education of children is concerned I think they should be taught not the little virtues but the great ones. Not thrift but generosity and an indifference to money; not caution but courage and a contempt for danger; not shrewdness but frankness and a love of truth; not tact but love for one's neighbor and self-denial; not a desire for success but a desire to be and to know.

As soon as we see our dreams betrayed we realize that the intensest joys of our life have nothing to do with reality, and we are consumed with regret for the time when they glowed within us. And in this succession of hopes and regrets our life slips by.

My tidiness, and my untidiness, are full of regret and remorse and complex feelings.

But that was the best time of my life, and only now that it has gone from me forever -- only now do I realize it.