To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak ...
I hate people but I love gatherings.
The only people I really hate are servants. They're not really human beings at all.
I am not at all in favor of hard work for its own sake; many people who work very hard indeed produce terrible things, and should most certainly not be encouraged.
This book, when I am dead, will be A little faint perfume of me. People who knew me well will say, She really used to think that way.