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

I want, by understanding myself, to understand others. I want to be all that I am capable of becoming.... This all sounds very strenuous and serious. But now that I have wrestled with it, it's no longer so. I feel happy- deep down. All is well.

There are always these moments in life when the limits of suffering are reached and we become heroes and heroines.

What happiness it is to listen to rain at night; joyful relief, ease; a lapping-round and hushing and brooding tenderness, all are mingled together in the sound of the fast-falling rain. God, looking down upon the rainy earth, sees how faint are these lights shining in little windows, - how easily put out.

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.

I am a recluse at present & do nothing but write & read & read & write

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