Belligerents always abolish war after a war.

Total grief is like a minefield. No knowing when one will touch the tripwire.

Of all damnable offenses preaching prudence to the young is the most damnable.

There are not enough poems in praise of bed.

There are some women in whom conscience is so strongly developed that it leaves little room for anything else. Love is scarcely felt before duty rushes to encase it, anger impossible because one must always be calm and see both sides, pity evaporates in expedients, even grief is felt as a sort of bruised sense of injury, a resentment that one should have grief forced upon one when one has always acted for the best.

I do apologize for writing by hand - and so badly. I shall soon be like Helen Thomas, notoriously illegible. In her last letter only two words stood out plain: 'Blood pressure.' Subsequent research demonstrated that what she had actually written was 'Beloved friends.

Spring is strictly sentimental, self-regarding; but I burn more careless in the autumn bonfire.