Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens, When I have no engagements written on my block, When no one comes to disturb my inward peace, When no one comes to take me away from myself And turn me into a patchwork, a jig-saw puzzle, A broken mirror that once gave a whole reflection, Being so contrived that it takes too long a time To get myself back to myself when they have gone.

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.

how poor and disheartening a thing is experience compared with hope!

The wise traveler is he who is perpetually surprised.

Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming.

Prose is a poor thing, a poor inadequate thing, compared with poetry which says so much more in shorter time.