She belongs to the winter that is past, to the darkness that is over, and has no part or lot in the life I shall lead for the next six months. Oh, I could dance and sing for joy that the spring is here! What a ressurection of beauty there is in my garden, and of brightest hope in my heart.

She made him think of his mother, of his nurse, of all things kind and comforting, besides having the attraction of not being his mother or his nurse.

For I'm afraid of loneliness; shiveringly, terribly afraid. I don't mean the ordinary physical loneliness, for here I am, deliberately travelled away from London to get to it, to its spaciousness and healing. I mean that awful loneliness of spirit that is the ultimate tragedy of life. When you've got to that, really reached it, without hope, without escape, you die. You just can't bear it, and you die.

Well, I for one am unable to imagine how anybody who lives with an intelligent and devoted dog can every be lonely.

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

The longer I live the greater is my respect for manure in all its forms.

... Why, it would really be being unselfish to go away and be happy for a little, because we would come back so much nicer.