Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.
Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
I couldn't live where there were no trees--something vital in me would starve.
I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit.
The world is always young again for just a few moments at the dawn.
I've just been imagining that it was really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever. It was a great comfort while it lasted. But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.