There is too much fathering going on just now and there is no doubt about it fathers are depressing.
A diary means yes indeed.
The nineteenth century was completely lacking in logic, it had cosmic terms and hopes, and aspirations, and discoveries, and ideals but it had no logic.
Once more I can climb about and remind you that a woman in this epoch does the important literary thinking.
The minute you or anybody else knows what you are you are not it, you are what you or anybody else knows you are and as everything in living is made up of finding out what you are it is extraordinarily difficult really not to know what you are and yet to be that thing.
Before the flowers of friendship faded friendship faded.
Americans are very friendly and very suspicious, that is what Americans are and that is what always upsets the foreigner, who deals with them, they are so friendly how can they be so suspicious they are so suspicious how can they be so friendly but they just are.
In France one must adapt oneself to the fragrance of a urinal.
I know what Germans are. They are a funny people. They are always choosing someone to lead them in a direction which they do not want to go.
Silent gratitude isn't much use to anyone.
Hemingway's remarks are not literature.
America is my country and Paris is my hometown.
Literature - creative literature - unconcerned with sex, is inconceivable.
Oh, I wish I were a miser; being a miser must be so occupying.
The nineteenth century believed in science but the twentieth century does not.
In a war everybody always knows all about Switzerland, in peace times it is just Switzerland but in war time it is the only country that everybody has confidence in, everybody.
Men and girls, men and girls: Artificial swine and pearls.
The earth is the earth as a peasant sees it, the world is the world as a duchess sees it, and anyway a duchess would be nothing if the earth was not there as the peasant sees it.
Picasso once remarked I do not care who it is that has or does influence me as long as it is not myself.
One of the pleasant things those of us who write or paint do is to have the daily miracle. It does come.