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.

... the stomach is near the heart and one appetite pricks on another.

... we do not remember people as they were. What we remember is the effect they had on us then, but we remember it through an emotion charged with all that has since happened to us.

A nation has honor precisely as it has fleas - on this or that body. The statesman who talks of honor - unless he means something else, quite different - is a rogue.

If the novel is dying, I see no chance that dismembering it will revive it.

giving the utmost of herself to three absorbing interests [marriage, motherhood, career] ... was a problem for a superwoman, and a job for a superwoman, and only some such fabled being could have accomplished it with success.

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