It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall -- all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.

It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.

We learn of great things by little experiences.

Truly there is no such thing as finality.

I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.