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

And at last father flung the rug off as if it were hampering him and strode over to the table saying, 'cocoa, cocoa!'-- it might have been the most magnificent drink in the world; which, personally, I think it is.

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

He laughed a little, in an odd, nervous kind of way. "Because if I don't get going soon, the whole impetus may die--and if that happens, well, I really shall consider a long, restful plunge into insanity. Sometimes the abyss yawns very attractively.

Oh, comfortable cocoa!

Father says hot water can be as stimulating as an alcoholic drink and though I never come by one...I can well believe it.

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.