My mind is not suited to go much into company.

Failures to love are irremediable and irredeemable.

Perhaps this is in the end what most marriages are - gentleness, memory, and habit.

Think of all the really successful men and women you know. Do you know a single one who didn't learn very young the trick of calling attention to himself in the right quarters?

The young are so much more vulnerable than the old - the stuff is still warm and malleable, it takes impressions.

I do not think about absent persons as often or with such intense longing as I think of places. They lie one below the other in my mind.

When you talk of revolution ... you never talk of the day after.