Who was it said that you never get to a place until a day after you come, nor leave it until a day after you go?

my friends plunged into a borderless sea of reminiscences and personal news.

Conversation's got to have some root in the past, or else you've got to explain every remark you make, an' it wears a person out.

the mysterious moment of death proves to be a moment of waking. How one longs to take it for one's self!

Such a nice day - out all day up in the Carter Notch direction, trout-fishing, with the long drive there and the long drive home again in time for supper. It was a lovely brook and I caught seven good trout and one small one - which eight trout-persons you should have for your breakfast if only you were near enough. It was not alone the fishing, but the delightful loneliness and being out of doors.

When she walked...she stretched out long and thin like a little tiger, and held her head high to look over the grass as if she were treading the jungle.

Write it as it is, don't try to make it like this or that. You can't do it in anybody else's way-you will have to make a way of your own.