There is something revolting about the way girls' minds so often jump to marriage long before they jump to love.

What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?

It's odd how different a house feels when one is alone in it. It makes it easier to think rather private thoughts.

Certain unique books seem to be without forerunners or successors as far as their authors are concerned. Even though they may profoundly influence the work of other writers, for their creator they're complete, not leading anywhere.

I know all about the facts of life, and I don't think much of them.

Contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing.

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