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

As in the physical world, so in the spiritual world, pain does not last forever.

I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.

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 late evening is the time of times. Then with that unearthly beauty before one it is not hard to realise how far one has to go. To write something that will be worthy of that rising moon, that pale light.

Whenever I prepare for a journey I prepare as though for death. Should I never return, all is in order.

I have such a horror of telegrams that ask me how I am!! I always want to reply dead.