Wakings are the worst times--almost before my eyes are open a great weight seems to roll on my heart.

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

Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.

And who says you always have to understand things? You can like them without understanding them -- like 'em better sometimes.

I have really sinned. I am going to pause now, and sit here on the mound repenting in deepest shame.

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

Perhaps if I make myself write I shall find out what is wrong with me.