The family, that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor in our innermost hearts never quite wish to.

Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.

I have found that sitting in a place where you have never sat before can be inspiring.

I have noticed that when things happen in one’s imaginings, they never happen in one’s life.

Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.

The family, that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor in our innermost hearts never quite wish to.

Contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing.

There is something revolting about the way girls’ minds often jump to marriage long before they jump to love. And most of those minds are shut to what marriage really means.