I suppose it was a romantic was to perish... for a mouse

How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.

I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial.

I'm afraid to speak or move for fear that all this wonderful beauty will just vanish... like a broken silence.

Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.

The greatest happiness is to sneeze when you want to.

We've had a beautiful friendship, Diana. We've never marred it by one quarrel or coolness or unkind word; and I hope it will always be so. But things can't be quite the same after this. You'll have other interests. I'll just be on the outside.