It’s Never too late, or in my case too early, to be whoever you want to be.
The history of my life is the history of the struggle between an overwhelming urge to write and a combination of circumstances bent on keeping me from it.
To be kind is more important than to be right. Many times, what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens.
The ability to hold two competing thoughts in one’s mind and still be able to function is the mark of a superior mind.
Laughter is easier minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word.
Let’s borrow life preservers and jump over. I think we should do something spectacular. I feel that all our lives have been too restrained.
Every author ought to write every book as if he were going to be beheaded the day he finished it.
Englishmen must have an island.
I want to tell you about your heart – you’ve probably been neglecting your heart – and you don’t know.
People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.
The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised.
Kiss me now, love me now.
Dear, don’t think of getting out of bed yet. I’ve always suspected that early rising in early life makes one nervous.
Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on.
Given a decent start any girl can beat a man nowadays.
I’m merely trying to give you the sort of argument that would appeal to your intelligence.
Of the things they possessed in common, greatest of all was their almost uncanny pull at each others hearts.
All I think of ever is that I love you.
It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.
I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified.