If you love people, you take them on trust.

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

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

If you love people, you take them on trust.

My hand is very tired but I want to go on writing. I keep resting and thinking. All day I have been two people - the me imprisoned in yesterday and the me out here on the mound; and now there is a third me trying to get in - the me in what is going to happen next.

I wonder if there isn't a catch about having plenty of money? Does it eventually take the pleasure out of things?

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