I am treating you as my friend, asking you to share my present minuses in the hope that I can ask you to share my future plusses.

Courage is like a disobedient dog, once it starts running away it flies all the faster for your attempts to recall it.

Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart - oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape - of your sister.

there does seem to me something sad in life. It is hard to say what it is. I don't mean the sorrow that we all know, like illness and poverty and death. No, it is something different. It is there, deep down, deep down, part of one, like one's breathing.

Regret is an appalling waste of time.

Yes, my mother's death is a terrible sorrow to me. I feel - do you know what I mean - the silence of it so. She was more alive than anyone I have ever known.

That's all life is - something childish and very natural. Isn't it?