Everything that's worth having is some trouble.

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.

Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old.

I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.

Death grows friendlier as we grow older.

How wicked I was to wish that something dramatic would happen!' she thought. 'Oh, if we could only have those dear, monotonous, pleasant days back again! I would *never* grumble about them again.

The woods are never solitary — they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity. We can never pierce its infinite mystery — we may only wander, awed and spellbound, on the outer fringe of it. The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only — a mighty voice.