Outside the sky is light with stars

Regret is an appalling waste of energy, and no one who intends to be a writer can afford to indulge in it.

Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who all are happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.

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 truth is that every true admirer of the novels cherishes the happy thought that he alone - reading between the lines - has bcome the secret friend of their author.

I adore Life. What do all the fools matter and all the stupidity. They do matter but somehow for me they cannot touch the body of Life. Life is marvellous. I want to be deeply rooted in it - to live - to expand - to breathe in it - to rejoice - to share it. To give and to be asked for Love.

Children are unaccountable little creatures.