I wish you could see the two cats drowsing side by side in a Victorian nursing chair, their paws, their ears, their tails complementarily adjusted, their blue eyes blinking open on a single thought of when I shall remember it's their supper time. They might have been composed by Bach for two flutes.

The Church has lost a great religious poet in me; but I have lost an infinity of fun in the church, so the loss is even.

I wish I could be a grandmother. It is wanton extravagance to have had a youth with no one to tell of it to when one grows old.

When I die, I hope to think I have annoyed a great many people.

To think of losing is to lose already.

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

Truth has beauty, power, and necessity.