If it's IN you to climb you must -- there are those who MUST lift their eyes to the hills -- they can't breathe properly in the valleys.

Besides, I've been feeling a little blue — just a pale, elusive azure. It isn't serious enough for anything darker.

Some nights are like honey - and some like wine - and some like wormwood.

…I'm so thankful for friendship. It beautifies life so much.

I'm just tired of everything…even of the echoes. There is nothing in my life but echoes…echoes of lost hopes and dreams and joys. They're beautiful and mocking.

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

Everything is new in the spring. Springs themselves are always so new, too. No spring is ever just like any other spring. It always has something of its own to be its own peculiar sweetness.