... we always love best the people who need us.

Death grows friendlier as we grow older.

…I'm sorry, and a little dissatisfied as well. Miss Stacy told me long ago that by the time I was twenty my character would be formed, for good or evil. I don't feel that it's what it should be. It's full of flaws.' 'So's everybody's,' said Aunt Jamesina cheerfully. 'Mine's cracked in a hundred places. Your Miss Stacy likely meant that when you are twenty your character would have got its permanent bent in one direction or 'tother, and would go on developing in that line.

Plum puffs can't minister to a mind diseased or a world that's crumbling to pieces

Never be silent with persons you love and distrust," Mr. Carpenter had said once. "Silence betrays.

You have the itch for writing born in you. It's quite incurable. What are you going to do with it?

a few italics really do relieve your feelings.