Tears were a blessing; they were a relief; they did wash the ache from the heart, ease brain strain, and encourage the soul.

Being dead was one thing, getting ready for a wedding another.

I write as the birds sing, because I must, and usually from the same source of inspiration.

we know by the odour that occasionally we are visited by skunks, which are not poetic but very beautiful.

I don't so much mind the falling, but I do seem to select the hardest spots to light on.

I do not know why it is the fate of the world always to want something different from what life gives them.

There never was a moment in my life, when I felt so in the Presence, as I do now. I feel as if the Almighty were so real, and so near, that I could reach out and touch Him, as I could this wonderful work of His, if I dared. I feel like saying to Him: 'To the extent of my brain power I realize Your presence, and all it is in me to comprehend of Your power. Help me to learn, even this late, the lessons of Your wonderful creations. Help me to unshackle and expand my soul to the fullest realization of Your wonders. Almighty God, make me bigger, make me broader!