I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living.

Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

How one hates to think of oneself as alone. How one avoids it. It seems to imply rejection or unpopularity.

God may want you to be the answer to your own prayer.

The world has different owners at sunrise... Even your own garden does not belong to you. Rabbits and blackbirds have the lawns; a tortoise-shell cat who never appears in daytime patrols the brick walls, and a golden-tailed pheasant glints his way through the iris spears.

When the wedding march sounds the resolute approach, the clock no longer ticks, it tolls the hour. The figures in the aisle are no longer individuals, they symbolize the human race.