If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, you and that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends you'll never be and you need not waste time in trying.

[she] had a great reputation for unselfishness because she was always giving up a lot of things she didn't want.

I believe I've put forth a tiny soul-root into Kingsport soil this afternoon. I hope so. I hate to feel transplanted.

I'm always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can never be sure.

Maples are such sociable trees ... They're always rustling and whispering to you.

a few italics really do relieve your feelings.

I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,' groaned Phil.