There is nothing more lovely in life than the union of two people whose love for one another has grown through the years, from the small acorn of passion, into a great rooted tree

Travel is a private pleasure, since it consists entirely of things felt and things seen.

I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal.

I suppose the pleasure of country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live.

Still, no gardener would be a gardener if he did not live in hope.

Click, clack, click, clack, went their conversation, like so many knitting-needles, purl, plain, purl, plain, achieving a complex pattern of references, cross-references, Christian names, nicknames, and fleeting allusions.

There are no signposts in the sea.