A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking; but even a solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it.

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

I suppose the pleasure of the country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live. That is a truism when said, but anything but a truism when daily observed. Nothing shows up the difference between the thing said or read, so much as the daily experience of it.

The true solitary ... will feel that he is himself only when he is alone; when he is in company he will feel that he perjures himself, prostitutes himself to the exactions of others; he will feel that time spent in company is time lost; he will be conscious only of his impatience to get back to his true life.

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.

Autumn in felted slipper shuffles on, Muted yet fiery.--Vita Sackville-West

The wise traveler is he who is perpetually surprised.