In imagination she sailed over storied seas that wash the distant shining shores of "faëry lands forlorn," where lost Atlantis and Elysium lie, with the evening star for pilot, to the land of Heart's Desire. And she was richer in those dreams than in realities; for things seen pass away, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

Don't try to write anything you can't feel - it will be a failure - 'echoes nothing worth

She will love deeply--suffer terribly--she will have glorious moments to compensate.

Blessings be the inventor of the alphabet, pen and printing press! Life would be -- to me in all events -- a terrible thing without books.

It is a strange thing to read a letter after the writer is dead - a bitter-sweet thing, in which pain and comfort are strangely mingled.

Cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good.

When people ask me what on earth I want to keep two cats for I tell them I keep them to do my resting for me.