Truthfulness So Often Goes With Ruthlessness.

I Think It [religion] Is An Art, The Greatest One; An Extension Of The Communion All The Other Arts Attempt.

Perhaps It Would Really Be Rather Dull To Be Married And Settled For Life. Liar! It Would Be Heaven.

They Call Them The Haunted Shores, These Stretches Of Devonshire And Cornwall And Ireland Which Rear Up Against The Westward Ocean. Mists Gather Here, And Sea Fog, And Eerie Stories. That's Not Because There Are More Ghosts Here Than In Other Places, Mind You. It's Just That People Who Live Hereabouts Are Strangely Aware Of Them.

... For I Know I Shall Be Interrupted-- I Shall Want To Be, Really, Because Life Is Too Exciting To Sit Still For Long.

Was I The Only Woman In The World Who, At My Age - And After A Lifetime Of Quite Rampant Independence - Still Did Not Quite Feel Grown Up?