I have such a horror of telegrams that ask me how I am!! I always want to reply dead.

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

I love the evening star. Does that sound foolish? I used to go into the backyard, after sunset, and wait for it until it shone above the dark gum tree. I used to whisper 'There you are, my darling.' And just in that first moment it seemed to be shining for me alone. It seemed to understand this ... something which is like longing, and yet it is not longing. Or regret - it is more like regret.

Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back.

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.

I have such a horror of telegrams that ask me how I am!! I always want to reply dead.

Courage is like a disobedient dog, once it starts running away it flies all the faster for your attempts to recall it.