Total grief is like a minefield. No knowing when one will touch the tripwire.

To one who has led a virtuous life, to sin is the easiest thing in the world. No experience of unpleasant consequences grits that smooth sliding fall, no recollection of disillusionment blurs that pure desire.

... possessiveness cannot accept; it cannot even strike a fair bargain; it has to confer.

When other helpers fail and comforts flee, when the senses decay and the mind moves in a narrower and narrower circle, when the grasshopper is a burden and the postman brings no letters, and even the Royal Family is no longer quite what it was, an obituary column stands fast.

The baby romped on my lap like a short stout salmon.

Truth has beauty, power, and necessity.

Idleness is righteous if it is comfortable. Uncomfortable idleness is sin & sinful waste.