She dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter the soul that is more than my own; she extinguishes fear in mere seconds. She lets light come through.

... pure honesty is a doubtful quality; it means often lack of imagination.

Women and fiction remain, so far as I am concerned, unsolved problems.

Altogether, the task of estimating the length of human life is beyond our capacity, for directly we say that it is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.

As I grow old I hate the writing of letters more and more, and like getting them better and better.

It is no use trying to sum people up.

I see through most people; I'm hardly ever wrong. I see at once what they've got in them.