What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?

I like seeing people when they can't see me.

Only half a page left now. Shall I fill it with 'I love you, I love you'-- like father's page of cats on the mat? No. Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.

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

My God - it's a green child!" said the American. "What is this place - the House of Usher?

How can a young man like to wear a beard?

There was a wonderful atmosphere of gentle age, a smell of flowers and beeswax, sweet yet faintly sour and musty; a smell that makes you feel very tender towards the past.