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.

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

Winter is a terrible time for thin people - terrible! Why should it hound them down, fasten on them, worry them so? Why not, for a change, take a nip, take a snap at the fat ones who wouldn't notice? But no! It is sleek, warm, cat-like summer that makes the fat one's life a misery. Winter is all for bones.

To work - to work! It is such infinite delight to know that we still have the best things to do.

The whole world shall be ours because of our love.

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.

roses are the only flowers at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing.