If you wish to live, you must first attend your own funeral.

I love this place; I love mountains and big skies and forests. And the weather is still supremely beautiful even though the lower peaks are powdered with fresh snow. But Heavens! What sun. It never has an ending. I am basking at this minute - half past four - too hot without a hat, & the sky is that transparent blue only to be seen in autumn - the forest trees steeped in light.

The mind I love must have wild places.

Perhaps it does not matter so very much what it is one loves in this world. But love something one must.

When we begin to take our failures non-seriously, it means we are ceasing to be afraid of them.

Some couples go over their budgets very carefully every month. Others just go over them.

Children are unaccountable little creatures.