All sorts of articles and letters appear in the papers about women. Profound questions are raised concerning them. Should they smoke? Should they work? Vote? Marry? Exist? Are not their skirts too short, or their sleeves? Have they a sense of humor, of honor, of direction? Are spinsters superfluous? But how seldom similar inquiries are propounded about men.

Churches are wonderful and beautiful, and they are vehicles for religion, but no Church can have more than a very little of the truth.

It wasn't really touching to be young; it was touching not to be young, because you had less of life left. Touching to be thirty; more touching to be forty; tragic to be fifty; and heartbreaking to be sixty. As to seventy, as to eighty, one would feel as one did during the last dance of a ball, tired but fey in the paling dawn, desperately making the most of each bar of music before one went home to bed.

It is a common delusion that you make things better by talking about them.

The impulse to ask questions is among the more primitive human lusts.

Nearly all novels are too long.

One could do with a longer year - so much to do, so little done, alas.