For nothing is so hard to hear as that which is half known, and evaded. One never denies so hotly as in denying to one's self what one fears is true, and one never resents so bitterly as in resenting that which one cannot say one has the right to resent.

Some days are happy days - of themselves, as if for their own sakes. They seem to be enjoying themselves, regardless of what use may be made of them.

... you can't put out a light just because it may light the wrong person.

We all go through the same things - it's all just a different kind of the same thing.

I am glad I worked on a newspaper because it made me know I had to write whether I felt like it or not.

That's the worst of a war--you have to go on hearing about it so long.

Not having children makes less work-but it makes a quiet house.