Reason can never reconcile one to life: nothing allays the wants one cannot explain.

Dogs are a habit, I think.

Though not all reading children grow up to be writers, I take it that most creative writers must in their day have been reading children.

It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home.

in my experience one thing you don't learn from is anything anyone set up to be a lesson; what you are to know you pick up as you go along.

Revenge was a very wild kind of justice.

Only in a house where one has learnt to be lonely does one have this solicitude for things. One's relation to them, the daily seeing or touching, begins to become love, and to lay one open to pain.