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

Wakings are the worst times--almost before my eyes are open a great weight seems to roll on my heart.

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

Like many other much-loved humans, they believed that they owned their dogs, instead of realizing that their dogs owned them.

Ah, but you're the insidious type--Jane Eyre with of touch of Becky Sharp. A thoroughly dangerous girl.

I know all about the facts of life, and I don't think much of them.

...surely I could give him--a sort of contentment... That isn't enough to give. Not for the giver.