“It is deplorable to remove all the romance – all the mystery!”

If one sticks too rigidly to one’s principles, one would hardly see anybody.

An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her.

Time is the best killer.

The saddest thing in life and the hardest to live through, is the knowledge that there is someone you love very much whom you cannot save from suffering.

Any coincidencce is worth noticing. You can throw it away later if it is only a coincidence.

The impossible could not have happened, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of appearances.

One never quite allows for the moron in our midst.

Writers are diffident creatures — they need encouragement.

It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.

An appreciative listener is always stimulating.

Never go back to a place where you have been happy. Until you do it remains alive for you. If you go back it will be destroyed.

The truth, however ugly in itself, is always curious and beautiful to seekers after it.

Any woman can fool a man if she wants to and if he’s in love with her.

To count – really and truly to count – a woman must have goodness or brains.

Words are such uncertain things, they so often sound well but mean the opposite of what one thinks they do.

One is left with the horrible feeling now that war settles nothing; that to win a war is as disastrous as to lose one.

The joy of all mysteries is the certainty which comes from their contemplation, that there are many doors yet for the soul to open on her upward and inward way.

As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow.

There is one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath.

We broke through the feminine mystique and women who were wives, mothers and housewives began to find themselves as people. That didn’t mean they stopped, or had to stop, being mothers, wives or even liking their homes.

The mysterious path goes inward. It is in us, and not anywhere else, where the eternity of the worlds, the past and the future are found.

Look closer and you’ll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

I’m not afraid of death. That is the greatest mystery of all. That’ll be it, that one. But it is all a race against time.

I think if you’re an interesting person, you don’t have to cloud yourself in mystery for people to want to know more about you.