Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you

The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mould of the body and mind entire.

I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old: but now I am a woman again - as I always am when I write.

Books are everywhere; and always the same sense of adventure fills us. Second-hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack. Besides, in this random miscellaneous company we may rub against some complete stranger who will, with luck, turn into the best friend we have in the world.

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it.

But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful.