Contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing.

I believe it is customary to get one's washing over first in baths and bask afterwards; personally, I bask first. I have discovered that the first few minutes are the best and not to be wasted-- my brain always seethes with ideas and life suddenly looks much better than did.

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

What a tiny list of friends I have! All my fault. I less and less want to see people.

Many dogs can understand almost every word humans say, while humans seldom learn to recognize more than half a dozen barks, if that. And barks are only a small part of the dog language. A wagging tail can mean so many things. Humans know that it means a dog is pleased, but not what a dog is saying about his pleasedness.

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

Walking down Belmotte was the oddest sensation-- every step took us deeper into the mist until at last it closed over our heads. It was like being drowned in the ghost of water.