Life's just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits.

Blessed are the pure in heart for they have so many more things to talk about.

I feel as if I could trust my happiness to carry me; as if it had grown out of me like wings.

Mrs. Ballinger is one of the ladies who pursue Culture in bands, as though it were dangerous to meet it alone.

We live in our own souls as in an unmapped region, a few acres of which we have cleared for our habitation; while of the nature of those nearest us we know but the boundaries that march with ours.

I am secretly afraid of animals.... I think it is because of the usness in their eyes, with the underlying not-usness which beliesit, and is so tragic a reminder of the lost age when we human beings branched off and left them: left them to eternal inarticulateness and slavery. Why? their eyes seem to ask us.

there are lots of ways of answering a letter - and writing doesn't happen to be mine.