When people ask me what on earth I want to keep two cats for I tell them I keep them to do my resting for me.

…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.

She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.

The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them.

I love pretty things; and I hate to look in the glass and see something that isn't pretty. It makes me feel so sorrowful—just as I feel when I look at any ugly thing. I pity it because it isn't beautiful.

I'm not a bit changed - not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me - back here - is just the same.

We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.