that pathetic short-cut suggested by Nature the supreme joker as a remedy for our loneliness, that ephemeral communion which we persuade ourselves to be of the spirit when it is in fact only of the body - durable not even in memory!

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

Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming.

There are no signposts in the sea.

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.

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