Falsehood is easy, truth so difficult.

Best friend, my well-spring in the wilderness!

I shall be so glad if you will tell me what to read. I have been looking into all the books in the library at Offendene, but there is nothing readable. The leaves all stick together and smell musty. I wish I could write books to amuse myself, as you can! How delightful it must be to write books after one's own taste instead of reading other people's! Home-made books must be so nice.

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music.

Perfect love has a breath of poetry which can exalt the relations of the least-instructed human beings.

Those who trust us educate us.

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.