One reason why my memory decays is that I have three cats, all so loving and insistent that they play cat's-cradle with every train of thought. They drove me distracted while I was having influenza, gazing at me with large eyes and saying: O Sylvia, you are so ill, you'll soon be dead. And who will feed us then? Feed us now!

One need not write in a diary what one is to remember for ever.

One cannot overestimate the power of a good rancorous hatred on the part of the stupid. The stupid have so much more industry and energy to expend on hating. They build it up like coral insects.

One cannot revoke a true happiness.

Belligerents always abolish war after a war.

All encounters with children are touched with social embarrassment.

Love amazes, but it does not surprise.