Would there be trees if we didn't see them?

Clothes are but a symbol of something hid deep beneath.

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.

This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask her what she thinks, she is always saying the very opposite to what other people say.

Use words that soak up life.

And now more than anything I want beautiful prose. I relish it more and more exquisitely.

I like books whose virtue is all drawn together in a page or two. I like sentences that don't budge though armies cross them.