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

Thinking of death--strange, beautiful, terrible and a long way off--made me feel happier than ever.

I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.

Was I the only woman in the world who, at my age - and after a lifetime of quite rampant independence - still did not quite feel grown up?

extreme happiness invites religion almost as much as extreme misery.

The one Bach piece I learnt made me feel I was being repeatedly hit on the head with a teaspoon.

Ham with mustard is a meal of glory