Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.

A feminist is any woman who tells the truth about her life

Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.

For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.

We scarcely wish to analyse what we feel to be so large and deeply human.

Lord, how tired one gets of one's own writing.

Use words that soak up life.