Still, looking through the old volumes was soothing, because thinking of the past made the present seem a little less real.

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

Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.

I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.

extreme happiness invites religion almost as much as extreme misery.

Death is too much to ask of the living.

I should rather like to tear these last pages out of the book. Shall I? No-a journal ought not to cheat.