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

You are a Queen. Let mine be the joy of giving you your kingdom.

Ach, Tchekov! Why are you dead? Why can’t I talk to you in a big darkish room at late evening—where the light is green from the waving trees outside? I’d like to write a series of Heavens: that would be one.

Oh, impossible. Fancy cream puffs so soon after breakfast. The very idea made one shudder. All the same, two minutes later Jose and Laura were licking their fingers with that absorbed inward look that only comes from whipped cream.

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

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

What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself, in the face of difficulties.