I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.

a loss of sensibility follows a loss of innocence, at once a penalty and a compensation.

I shouldn't think even millionaires could eat anything nicer than new bread and real butter and honey for tea.

... for I know I shall be interrupted-- I shall want to be, really, because life is too exciting to sit still for long.

It is rather exciting to write by moonlight.

People's clothes ought to be buried with them.

extreme happiness invites religion almost as much as extreme misery.