Old people, who have felt blows and toil and known the world's hard hand, need, even more than children do, a woman's tenderness.

The heart, when it is too much alive, aches for that brown earth, and ecstasy has no fear of death.

Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.

How terrible it was to love people when you could not really share their lives!

Money is a protection, a cloak; it can buy one quiet, and some sort of dignity.

Sometimes I wonder why God ever trusts talent in the hands of women, they usually make such an infernal mess of it. I think He must do it as a sort of ghastly joke.

People live through such pain only once. Pain comes again—but it finds a tougher surface.