I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.

It seems to me that on one page I recognized a portion of an old diary of mine which mysteriously disappeared shortly after my marriage, and, also, scraps of letters which, though considerably edited, sound to me vaguely familiar. In fact, Mr. Fitzgerald (I believe that is how he spells his name) seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home.

It's terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.

The trouble with emergencies is," she said, "that I always put on my finest underwear and then nothing happens.

Nobody has ever been able to experience what they have thoroughly understood - or understand what they have experienced until they have achieved a detachment that renders them incapable of repeating the experience.

Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let's think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.

Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.