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.

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

What happiness it is to listen to rain at night; joyful relief, ease; a lapping-round and hushing and brooding tenderness, all are mingled together in the sound of the fast-falling rain. God, looking down upon the rainy earth, sees how faint are these lights shining in little windows, - how easily put out.

I really only have Perfect Fun with myself. Other people won't stop and look at the things I want to look at or, if they do, they stop to please me or to humor me or to keep the peace.

It is strange that there are times when I feel the stars are not at all solemn: they are secretly gay.

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

Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change.