In fact, isn't it a joy - there is hardly a greater one - to find a new book, a living book, and to know that it will remain with you while life lasts?

Why! Why! Why is the middle-class so stodgy - so utterly without a sense of humor?

Why it should be such an effort to write to the people one loves I can't imagine. It's none at all to write to those who don't really count.

we cling to our last pleasures as the tree clings to its last leaves.

It's rather nice to think of oneself as a sailor bending over the map of one's mind and deciding where to go and how to go. The great thing to remember is we can do whatever we wish to do provided our wish is strong enough.

But one day we shall be rich, and the next poor. One day we shall dine in a palace and the next we'll sit in a forest and toast mushrooms on a hatpin.

Outside the sky is light with stars