Human nature. I don’t like human nature, but I do like human beings.

It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.

The afternoon slipped away while we talked -- she talked brightly when any subject came up that interested her -- and it was the last hour of day -- that grave, still hour when the movement of life seems to droop and falter for a few precious minutes -- that brought us the thing I had dreaded silently since my first night in the house.

Though it sounds absurd, it is true to say I felt younger at sixty than I felt at twenty.

I haven't much opinion of words. They're apt to set fire to a dry tongue, that's what I say.

Nothing is more consuming, or more illogical, than the desire for remembrance.