A diary need not be a dreary chronicle of one's movements; it should aim rather at giving salient account of some particular episode, a walk, a book, a conversation.

A well begun is half ended.

I never enter a new company without the hope that I may discover a friend, perhaps the friend, sitting there with an expectant smile. That hope survives a thousand disappointments.

One's mind has a way of making itself up in the background, and it suddenly becomes clear what one means to do.

The moment that any life, however good, stifles you, you may be sure it isn't your real life.

Do you know the times when one seems to stick fast in circumstances like the fly in the jam-pot? It can't be helped, and I suppose the best thing to do is to lay in a good store of jam!

The friend is the person whom one is in need of and by whom one is needed.