Those that we love never alter, unless we cease to love them.

The drama is the looking-glass in which we see the hideousness of vice and the beauties of virtue.

I have been taking my daily walk round the island, and visited the sugar mill and the threshing mill again.

The plodding thrift and scrupulous integrity and long-winded patient industry of our business men of the last century are out of fashion in these "giddy-paced" times, and England is forgetting that those who make haste to be rich can hardly avoid much temptation and some sin.

Those that we love never alter, unless we cease to love them.

I have been out again on the river, rowing. I find nothing new.

I am persuaded that we are all surrounded by an atmosphere - a separate, sensitive, distinct envelope extending some distance from our visible persons - and whenever my invisible atmosphere is invaded, it affects my whole nervous system. The proximity of any bodies but those I love best is unendurable to my body.