The ancient historians gave us delightful fiction in the form of fact; the modern novelist presents us with dull facts under the guise of fiction.

What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise [in the future. But only if we set out to make this true and anticipate it so we look for the blessings until we find them].

I find it harder and harder every day to live up to my blue china.

Life is not complex. We are complex. Life is simple, and the simple thing is the right thing.

She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses but in all my garden there is no red rose.

Just because a man has died for it, does not make it true.

Do you really keep a diary? I'd give anything to look at it. May I? Oh, no. You see, it is simply a very young girl's record of her own thoughts and impressions, and consequently meant for publication. When it appears in volume form I hope you will order a copy.