It's odd how different a house feels when one is alone in it. It makes it easier to think rather private thoughts.

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.

Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.

I only want to write. And there's no college for that except life.

Everything in the least connected with him has value for me; if someone even mentions his name it is like a little present to me-and I long to mention it myself

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

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