The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn't it?

Despair is a free man--hope is a slave.

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.

Snow in April is abominable," said Anne. "Like a slap in the face when you expect a kiss.

I'm sure I shall always feel like a child in the wood.

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.

Thank goodness air and salvation are still free...and so is laughter.