I sometimes think it's a mistake to have been happy when one was a child. One should always want to go on, not back.

...the floss-silk manes tossed up like the crest of a breaking wave....Light ran and glittered on them. They were obedient...you would have sworn...as the white horses of the wave crests are to pull of the moon.

I knew that I had turned my world back to cinders, sunk my lovely ship with my own stupid, wicked hands.

I suppose one gets to know men quickest by the things they take for granted.

Perhaps loneliness had nothing to do with place or circumstance; perhaps it was in you; yourself. Perhaps, wherever you were, you took your little circle of loneliness with you.

To plant a garden is the chief of the arts of peace.

I doubt if there are many normal women who can resist looking at houses. I believe, in fact, that when a house is up for sale more than half the people who look over it are not prospective buyers, but merely ladies who cannot resist exploring someone else's house.