There are a great many people who do not understand things so there is no use in telling them.

I feel as though someone's handed me the moon... and I don't exactly know what to do with it.

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

it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine

I don't know, I don't want to talk as much. (...) It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over.

Mrs. Lynde says, 'Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.

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.