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

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

Death is too much to ask of the living.

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.

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

... for I know I shall be interrupted-- I shall want to be, really, because life is too exciting to sit still for long.

If you love people, you take them on trust.