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

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

When I read a book, I put in all the imagination I can, so that it is almost like writing the book as well as reading it - or rather, it is like living it. It makes reading so much more exciting, but I don't suppose many people try to do it.

I'm convinced England's overflowing with eccentric people, places, happenings. Indeed, you might say eccentricity's normal in England.

Perhaps it would really be rather dull to be married and settled for life. Liar! It would be heaven.

So many of the loveliest things in England are melancholy.

Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.