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

It is of immense importance to learn to laugh at ourselves.

Why! Why! Why is the middle-class so stodgy - so utterly without a sense of humor?

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.

Letters are the real curse of my existence. I hate to write them: I have to. If I don't, there they are - the great guilty gates barring my way.

Once we have learned to read, meaning of words can somehow register without consciousness.

Whatever happens I have had these blissful, perfect moments and they are worth living for.