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

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

Ambition, old as mankind, the immemorial weakness of the strong.

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.

I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. Oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly.You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it.

Successful gardening is not necessarily a question of wealth, it is a question of love, taste, and knowledge.

Flowers really do intoxicate me.