Ridicule is the tribute paid to the genius by the mediocrities.

When a woman marries again, it is because she detested her first husband. When a man marries again, it is because he adored his first wife. Women try their luck; men risk theirs.

She lives the poetry she cannot write.

The past could always be annihilated. Regret, denial, or forgetfulness could do that. But the future was inevitable.

Women have a wonderful instinct about things. They can discover everything except the obvious.

The most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks one’s heart—hearts are made to be broken—but that it turns one’s heart to stone.

Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.