Nothing ever seems impossible in spring, you know.

…I'm so thankful for friendship. It beautifies life so much.

I feel as if something has been torn suddenly out of my life and left a terrible hole. I feel as if I couldn't be I — as if I must have changed into somebody else and couldn't get used to it. It gives me a horrible lonely, dazed, helpless feeling. It's good to see you again — it seems as if you were a sort of anchor for my drifting soul.

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.

Nasturtiums, who colored you, you wonderful, glowing things? You must have been fashioned out of summer sunsets.

You'll never write anything that really satisfies you though it may satisfy other people.

I don't know which is worse - to have somebody you DON'T like ask you to marry him or NOT have some one you DO like. Both are rather unpleasant.