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

Love isn't decent. Love is glorious and shameless.

When I got to the library I came to a standstill, - ah, the dear room, what happy times I have spent in it rummaging amongst the books, making plans for my garden, building castles in the air, writing, dreaming, doing nothing.

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

I have been much afflicted again lately by visitors . . . and they gave me to understand that if they had had the arranging of the garden it would have been finished long ago - whereas I don't believe a garden is ever finished. They have all gone now, thank heaven.

Home is the best place when life begins to wobble.

Reading was very important; the proper exercise and development of one's mind was a paramount duty.