But it is impossible, I find, to tidy books without ending by sitting on the floor in the middle of a great untidiness and reading.

Beauty made you love, and love made you beautiful.

if you have once thoroughly bored somebody it is next to impossible to unbore him.

Life is an admirable arrangement, isn't it, little mother. It is so clever of it to have June in every year and a morning in every day, let alone things like birds, and Shakespeare, and one's work.

Impossible for anyone to conceive the torments of his nights in bed with his beloved one and estranged from her. That turning of backs, that cold space between their two unhappy bodies.

I want to be as idle as I can, so that my soul may have time to grow.

What a blessing it is to love books.