Before God closed in on me, I was offered what now appears a moment of wholly free choice. But I feel my decision was not so important. I was the object rather than the subject in this affair.

You cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.

Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.

Friends are like coals in a fire - together, they glow; apart, they grow cold.

There seems no plan because it is all plan.

If we did not bring to the examinations of our instincts a knowledge of their comparative dignity we could never learn it from them.

Walking and talking are two very great pleasures, but it is a mistake to combine them. Our own noise blots out the sounds and silences of the outdoor world; and talking leads almost inevitably to smoking, and then farewell to nature as far as one of our senses is concerned. The only friend to walk with is one who so exactly shares your taste for each mood of the countryside that a glance, a halt, or at most a nudge, is enough to assure us that the pleasure is shared.