Everything you gather is just one that you can lose.
We lit the stove a few days ago and the entire room is filled with smoke. I prefer central heating, and I'm probably not the only one.
I don't think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains.
I think it's odd that grown-ups quarrel so easily and so often and about such petty matters. Up to now I always thought bickering was just something children did and that they outgrew it.
I hid myself within myself. . . and quietly wrote down all my joys, sorrows and contempt in my diary.
I have often been downcast, but never in despair; I regard our hiding as a dangerous adventure, romantic and interesting at the same time. In my diary I treat all the privations as amusing. I have made up my mind now to lead a different life from other girls and, later on, different from ordinary housewives. My start has been so very full of interest, and that is the sole reason why I have to laugh at the humorous side of the most dangerous moments.
The young are not afraid of telling the truth.
In every country dogges bite.
A good discussion increases the dimensions of everyone who takes part.
My mother had lived in London since I was little, so she never got to see my school plays and stuff.
If the experience of leadership is like being at the edge of an unfamiliar chasm, the act of leadership is building a bridge across that chasm.