There is nothing more lovely in life than the union of two people whose love for one another has grown through the years, from the small acorn of passion, into a great rooted tree

One must be businesslike, although the glass is falling.

Travel is in sad case. It is uncomfortable, it is expensive; it is a source of annoyance to our friends, and of loneliness to ourselves.

Women, like men, ought to have their years so glutted with freedom that they hate the very idea of freedom.

There is nothing more lovely in life than the union of two people whose love for one another has grown through the years, from the small acorn of passion, into a great rooted tree

I worshipped dead men for their strength, Forgetting I was strong.

I do not like January very much. It is too stationary. Not enough happens. I like the evidences of life, and in January there are too few of them.