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

My grandmother was unsurpassable at sitting. She would sit on tombstones, glaciers, small hard benches with ants crawling over them, fragments of public monuments, other people's wheelbarrows, and when one returned one could be sure of finding her there, conversing affably with the owner of the wheelbarrow.

Is it the realization that people recently psychoanalyzed tend to be dreadful bores which makes the U.S.A. army reject them for the draft?

All encounters with children are touched with social embarrassment.

Love amazes, but it does not surprise.

Wealth, if not a mere flash in the pan, compels the wealthy to become wealthier.

when the German propaganda tries to be winsome it is like a clown with homicidal mania - ludicrous and terrifying both at once.