Though surely to avoid attachments for fear of loss is to avoid life.

You can call it innocence, or you can call it gullibility, but Celia made the most common mistake of the good-hearted: she assumed that everyone else was just like her.

In a country that doesn't discriminate between fame and infamy, the latter presents itself as plainly more achievable.

Time itself made all things rare.

Funny how the nature of a normal day is the first memory to fade.

Not that happiness is dull. Only that it doesn't tell well. And of our consuming diversions as we age is to recite, not only to others but to ourselves, our own story.

...whenever a woman describes a man as sweet, the dalliance is doomed.

I thought at the time that I couldn't be horrified anymore, or wounded. I suppose that's a common conceit, that you've already been so damaged that damage itself, in its totality, makes you safe.

I was mortified by the prospect of becoming hopelessly trapped in someone else's story.

My mind is huge with little stories that I never told you.

A carpet of despair which lay underneath the levels of fury.

Without a rest, test yourself against the best, and then try to find a way to be better.

Fancies were all very well for a change, but must be only occasional guests in a world devoted to reality.

May you have a joyful and grateful spirit.

The first requisite of a good citizen in this republic of ours is that he shall be able and willing to pull his own weight.

I was feeling guilty in the beginning; it was frustrating to be successful when a lot of my friends weren't. Also, I was constantly being reminded of that by people in my family making jokes.

Through the art of affirmative prayer the limitless resources of the Spirit are at my command. The power of the Infinite is at my disposal.

The State not seldom tolerates a comparatively great evil to keep out millions of lesser ills and inconveniences which otherwise would be inevitable and without remedy.

I hate guns, I think they're the worst thing ever invented.

Although I know it's unfair, I reveal myself one mask at a time.

No one likes crying, but tears water our souls.