The Heart Never Grows Old.

Only People Who Are Assured Of Daily Food Can Concern Themselves With Matters Of Principle And Ethic. A Man Will Become A Slave Rather Than Starve.

The Vicious Result Of Privilege Is That The Creature Who Receives It Becomes Incapacitated By It As By A Disease.

Yet There Were Times When He Did Love Her With All The Kindness She Demanded, And How Was She To Know What Were Those Times? Alone She Raged Against His Cheerfulness And Put Herself At The Mercy Of Her Own Love And Longed To Be Free Of It Because It Made Her Less Than He And Dependent On Him. But How Could She Be Free Of Chains She Had Put Upon Herself? Her Soul Was All Tempest. The Dreams She Had Once Had Of Her Life Were Dead. She Was In Prison In The House. And Yet Who Was Her Jailer Except Herself?

Never, If You Can Possibly Help It, Write A Novel. It Is, In The First Place, A Thoroughly Unsocial Act. It Makes One Obnoxious To One's Family And To One's Friends. One Sits About For Many Weeks, Months, Even Years, In The Worst Cases, In A State Of Stupefaction.

I Do Not Believe There Is Any Important Difference Between Men And Women - Certainly Not As Much As They May Be Between One Woman And Another Or One Man And Another.