I could marry the Devil himself if he had some money.

extreme happiness invites religion almost as much as extreme misery.

What a tiny list of friends I have! All my fault. I less and less want to see people.

Perhaps what you call conventionality, I call decency.

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?

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

He stood staring into the wood for a minute, then said: "What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?" He sounded faintly sad. Perhaps he finds beauty saddening — I do myself sometimes. Once when I was quite little I asked father why this was and he explained that it was due to our knowledge of beauty's evanescence, which reminds us that we ourselves shall die. Then he said I was probably too young to understand him; but I understood perfectly.