I adore Life. What do all the fools matter and all the stupidity. They do matter but somehow for me they cannot touch the body of Life. Life is marvellous. I want to be deeply rooted in it - to live - to expand - to breathe in it - to rejoice - to share it. To give and to be asked for Love.

September is different from all other months. It is more magical. I feel the strange chemical change in the earth which produces mushrooms is the cause, too, of the extra 'life' in the air - a resilience, a sparkle.

The truth is friendship is every bit as sacred and eternal as marriage.

How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences — like rags and shreds of your very life.

Wind moving through grass so that the grass quivers. This moves me with an emotion I don't even understand.

The ostrich burying its head in the sand does at any rate wish to convey the impression that its head is the most important part of it.

Whatever happens I have had these blissful, perfect moments and they are worth living for.