March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.

In everything you do aim to excel for what is worth doing is worth doing well

It was really dreadful to be so different from other people…and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were a being strayed from another star.

What care I if it be "wild and improbable" and "lacking in literary art"? I refuse to be any longer hampered by such canons of criticism. The one essential thing I demand of a book is that it should interest me. If it does, I forgive it every other fault.

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

We are both going to pray that we may live together all our lives and die the same day.

I've come home in love with loneliness