And another day is tucked under my wing.

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

There are some women ... in whom conscience is so strongly developed that it leaves little room for anything else.

I wasn't educated. I was very lucky.

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!

And another day is tucked under my wing.

Children driven good are apt to be driven mad.