Life + a cat ... adds up to an incalculable sum.

I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood.

I think of you often, dear, and with such concentrated wishes that it really must help you in some way.

Everything in the world of things and animals is still filled with happening, which you can take part in.

Swells, Marina? we ocean, depths, Marina? we sky!

Be ahead of all farewells as if they were behind you, like the winter that is just departing.

The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight, one journeying to heaven, one that falls; and leave you, not at home in either one, not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses, not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes a star each night, and rises; and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) your life, with its immensity and fear, so that, now bounded, now immeasurable it is alternately stone in you and star.