There are brown eyes in the world, after all, as well as blue, and one pair of brown that meant heaven to me as the blue had never done

...Albert-next-door doesn't care for reading, and he has not read nearly so many books as we have, so he is very foolish and ignorant, but it cannot be helped... Besides, it is wrong to be angry with people for not being so clever as you are yourself.

It is not, Dear, because I am alone, For I am lonelier when the rest are near, But that my place against your heart has grown Too dear to dream of when you are not here.

It is curious that nearly all the great fortunes are made by turning beautiful things into ugly ones. Making beauty out of ugliness is very ill-paid work.

I never read prefaces, and it is not much good writing things just for people to skip. I wonder other authors have never thought of this.

Life will give you what you ask of here if only you ask long enough and plainly enough.

One of the uses of poetry - one says it to oneself in distressing circumstances, ... or when one has to wait at railway stations, or when one cannot get to sleep at night.