The nicest gifts are those left, nameless and quiet, unburdened with love, or vanity, or the desire for attention.

Life is a gift, given in trust - like a child.

Love is a force.... It is not a result; it is a cause. It is not a product; it produces.

Why is life speeded up so? Why are things so terribly, unbearably precious that you can't enjoy them but can only wait breathless in dread of their going?

I sometimes think that perhaps our minds are too weak to grasp joy or sorrow except in small things...In the big things joy and sorrow are just alike - overwhelming. At least, we only get them bit by bit, in tiny flashes - in waves - that our minds can't stand for very long. p 199

The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere. That is why so much of social life is exhausting; one is wearing a mask. I have shed my mask.

It is terribly amusing how many different climates of feelings one can go through in one day.