Outside the sky is light with stars

I think I hate snow, downright hate it. There is something stupefying in it, a kind of 'You must be worse before you're better,' and down it spins.

I love the night. I love to feel the tide of darkness rising, slowly and slowly washing, turning over and over, lifting, floating, all that lies strewn upon the dark beach, all that lies hid in rocky hollows.

Do the hardest thing on earth for you. ACT YOURSELF.

Every time one leaves anywhere, something precious, which ought not to be killed, is left to die.

I must say, I hate money. But it's the lack of it I hate most.

The pleasure of all reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.