Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
noise is a pollution.
Happiness is an immunity.
One cannot revoke a true happiness.
I wasn't educated. I was very lucky.
Reason is a poor hand at prophecies.
To think of losing is to lose already.
Love amazes, but it does not surprise.
Truth has beauty, power, and necessity.
And another day is tucked under my wing.
Inflation is the senility of democracies.
But what are wishes, compared with longings?
There are not enough poems in praise of bed.
Belligerents always abolish war after a war.
Children driven good are apt to be driven mad.
Anticipation of pleasure is a pleasure in itself.
cooking is the most succulent of human pleasures.
Happy is the day whose history is not written down.
The baby romped on my lap like a short stout salmon.
She was heavier than he expected - women always are.
When I die, I hope to think I have annoyed a great many people.
One need not write in a diary what one is to remember for ever.
All encounters with children are touched with social embarrassment.
There is a moral, of course, and like all morals it is better not pursued.
The fatal flaw of gravity; when you are down, everything falls down on you.
[John Craske] painted like a man giving witness under oath to a wild story.
Total grief is like a minefield. No knowing when one will touch the tripwire.
Of all damnable offenses preaching prudence to the young is the most damnable.
Wealth, if not a mere flash in the pan, compels the wealthy to become wealthier.
no one wants to be praised for possibilities when one has submitted performances.
Young people are careless of their virginity; one day they may have it and the next not.
Idleness is righteous if it is comfortable. Uncomfortable idleness is sin & sinful waste.
... possessiveness cannot accept; it cannot even strike a fair bargain; it has to confer.
[On an anarchist acquaintance:] Everything in appearance the most alarmist aunt could wish.
For the last six weeks I have found myself pestered by some characters in search of an author.
Love is the only real patriation, and without one's dear one sits in a dreary and boring exile.
Spring is strictly sentimental, self-regarding; but I burn more careless in the autumn bonfire.
General de Gaulle is again pictured in our newspapers, looking as usual like an embattled codfish.
Sneezes ... always sound much louder to the sneezer than to the hearers. It is an acoustical peculiarity.
Only two things are real to me: my love and my death. In between them, I merely exist as a scatter of senses.
I seem to use this word 'kind' very frequently. When one is unhappy or anxious it is a quality one dwells on.
There are some women ... in whom conscience is so strongly developed that it leaves little room for anything else.
Elizabeth ... had the prerogative of the rich that she could be generous with large sums and niggardly over small ones.
The Church has lost a great religious poet in me; but I have lost an infinity of fun in the church, so the loss is even.
You are only young once. At the time it seems endless, and is gone in a flash; and then for a very long time you are old.
I wish I could be a grandmother. It is wanton extravagance to have had a youth with no one to tell of it to when one grows old.
when the German propaganda tries to be winsome it is like a clown with homicidal mania - ludicrous and terrifying both at once.
Nine people out of ten (in Germany and England, perhaps ten people) would rather wait for their rights than fight for their rights.
Is it the realization that people recently psychoanalyzed tend to be dreadful bores which makes the U.S.A. army reject them for the draft?
It is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth before one dies.
In the morning I had decided that henceforth I only cared for easy loves. It is so degrading to have to persuade people into liking one, or one's works.