A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men...

The only virtue on which I pride myself is my self-doubt; when a writer loses her self-doubt, the time has come to lay aside her pen.

I am indebted to the cat for a particular kind of honorable deceit, for a greater control over myself, for a characteristic aversion to brutal sounds, and for the need to keep silent for long periods of time.

One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.

The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.

In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.

I did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.