And I refused to make any sacrifices; for nothing on earth seemed more valuable than my peace of mind$$$ my pleasure and my acclaim.

Reading is probably another way of being in a place.

I'm a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

It's really too bad that so much crumby stuff is a lot of fun sometimes.

Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.

Make sure you marry someone who laughs at the same things you do.

Pluralism is a merciful narcotic.

It was decorated with Japanese fans and Chinese lanterns$$$ which gave it a very Old English effect.

If a girl looks swell when she meets you$$$ who gives a damn if she's late?

Every leaf of the tree becomes a page of the book$$$ once the heart is opened and it has learnt to read.