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

Praise and blame alike mean nothing. No, delightful as the pastime of measuring may be, it is the most futile of all occupations, and to submit to the decrees of the measurers the most servile of attitudes.

Peter would think her sentimental. So she was. For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying – what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must say simply what one felt.

... I doubt the capacity of the human animal for being dignified in ceremony.

Surely it was time someone invented a new plot, or that the author came out from the bushes.

So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.

As a woman, I have no country