Almost All Novels Are Love Stories.

There Are No More Thorough Prudes Than Those Who Have Some Little Secret To Hide.

Celebrate Within Yourself That Wonderful Treasure . . . True Kindness.

Nature Has Not Changed. The Night Is Still Unsullied, The Stars Still Twinkle, And The Wild Thyme Smells As Sweetly Now As It Did Then ... We May Be Afflicted And Unhappy, But No One Can Take From Us The Sweet Delight Which Is Nature's Gift To Those Who Love Her And Her Poetry.

Weakness Is Oftentimes So Palpable As To Be Equivalent To Wickedness.

I Have An Object, A Task, Let Me Say The Word, A Passion. The Profession Of Writing Is A Violent And Almost Indestructible One.