I wanted so terribly to be good to him.
Contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing.
Stew's so comforting on a rainy day.
What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?
Everything in the least connected with him has value for me; if someone even mentions his name it is like a little present to me-and I long to mention it myself
Prayer's a very tricky business.