Every season is likeable, and wet days and fine, red wine and white, company and solitude. Even sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life, can be full of dreams; and the most common actions──a walk, a talk, solitude in one’s own orchard──can be enhanced and lit up by the association of the mind. Beauty is everywhere, and beauty is only two finger’s-breadth from goodness.

The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.

There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.

The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness.

King old ladies assure us that cats are often the best judges of character. A cat will always to to a good man, they say.

Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.

I find that when I've seen a certain number of people my mind becomes like an old match box -- the part one strikes on, I mean.