She had for so many years been trying to be like other people, that she was now like nothing in heaven or earth.

There is surely no more unselfish person than the anthologist. For while all we others are striving to ensure our own immortality with eagerness, beguilements, buffooneries, loud voices, 'the sound of battle and garments rolled in blood,' the anthologist is quietly ensuring the immortality of somebody else.

She had for so many years been trying to be like other people, that she was now like nothing in heaven or earth.

No accident of environment or circumstance need cut us off from nature. ... It does not matter how shut in we are. Opportunity for wide experience is of small acccount in this as in other things; it is depth that brings understanding and life.

Autumn is full of leave-taking.

Fragrance is the voice of inanimate things.

But when you dwell in a house you mislike, you will look out of a window a deal more than those that are content with their dwelling.