I thought that spring must last forevermore, For I was young and loved, and it was May.

I know of no place where the wind can be as icy and the damp so penetrating as in Oxford round about Easter time.

Meek wifehood is no part of my profession; / I am your friend, but never your possession.

most of us have to be self-righteous before we can be righteous.

An author who waits for the right 'mood' will soon find that 'moods' get fewer and fewer until they cease altogether.

The joys of motherhood are not excessively apparent during the first few weeks of a baby's life.

The tragedy of journalism lies in its impermanence; the very topicality which gives it brilliance condemns it to an early death. Too often it is a process of flinging bright balloons in the path of the hurricane, a casting of priceless petals upon the rushing surface of a stream.