I shouldn't think even millionaires could eat anything nicer than new bread and real butter and honey for tea.

I only want to write. And there's no college for that except life.

Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

There was a wonderful atmosphere of gentle age, a smell of flowers and beeswax, sweet yet faintly sour and musty; a smell that makes you feel very tender towards the past.

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?

We were restless for ages...After a while I heard an owl hooting and calmed myself by thinking of it flying over the dark fields – and then I remembered it would be pouncing on mice. I love owls, but I wish God had made them vegetarian.

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