Friends you have, people you love, die and are born again.

Her thoughts ran away to her girlhood with its passionate longing for adventure and she remembered the arms of men that had held her when adventure was a possible thing for her. Particularly she remembered one who had for a time been her lover and who in the moment of his passion had cried out to her more than a hundred times, saying the same words madly over and over: "You dear! You dear! You lovely dear!" The words, she thought, expressed something she would have liked to have achieved in life.

I am a lover and have not found my thing to love.

All good New Orleanians go to look at the Mississippi at least once a day. At night it is like creeping into a dark bedroom to look at a sleeping child--something of that sort--gives you the same warm nice feeling, I mean.

It might be that women who have beennurses should not marry physicians. They have too much respect for physicians, are taughtto have too much respect

There is this thing called life. We live it, not as we intend or wish, but as we are driven on by forces outside and inside ourselves.

People keep on getting married. Evidently hope is eternal in the human breast.