One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowshi >>
Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a lu >>
At 46 one must be a miser; only have time for essentials. >>
The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy pie >>
Let authors write for glory and reward. The truth is well paid when sh >>
Whores and writers, Mahound. We are the people you can't forgive. >>
I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old: but now I am a woman again -- as I always am when I write.