It is dreadful how I miss you, and everything that everybody says seems flat and stupid.

How subtle is the relationship between the traveler and his luggage! He knows, as no one else knows, its idiosyncrasies, its contents ... and always some small nuisance which he wishes he had not brought; had known, indeed, before starting that he would regret it, but brought it all the same.

Of course I should love to throw a toothbrush into a bag, and just go, quite vaguely, without any plans or even a real destination. It is the Wanderlust.

Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming.

April, the angel of the months, the young love of the year.

There's no beginning to the farmer's year, / Only recurrent patterns on a scroll / Unwinding...

Women, like men, ought to have their years so glutted with freedom that they hate the very idea of freedom.