The fact is, people who don't have any misfortunes are very irritating to their neighbours. No opportunities for popping in with condolences and new-laid eggs. No visits to the afflicted. No opportunities for the milk of human kindness to flow. Naturally it doesn't.

Being in a rage was rather like being out in a thunderstorm - you couldn't hear yourself think.

A lie that is half a truth is ever the hardest to fight.

Things you can't understand are always the hardest to bear. To know why is the first step to consolation.

A good many established writers seem to have the feeling that some day they are going to be found out, revealed as frauds.

There's a general consensus of opinion that people in love are apt to look silly -- except to each other.

Mary Stuart wrote, 'My end is in my beginning.' It is easier to agree with her than to decide what is the beginning, and what is the end.