All change is not growth, as all movement is not forward.
It is human nature to overestimate the thing you’ve never had.
What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.
Words, like acts, become stale when they are repeated.
But there is, I have learned, no permanent escape from the past. It may be an unrecognized law of our nature that we should be drawn back, inevitably, to the place where we have suffered most.
The only difference between a rut and a grave are the dimensions.
The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give.
As far back as I remember, long before I could write, I had played at making stories. But not until I was seven or more, did I begin to pray every night, “O God, let me write books! Please, God, let me write books!”
Do you know there is always a barrier between me and any man or woman who does not like dogs?
After a day of rain the sun came out suddenly at five o’clock and threw a golden bar into the deep Victorian gloom of the front parlour.
It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.
I have little faith in the theory that organized killing is the best prelude to peace.
The surest way of winning love is to look as if you didn’t need it.
Women are one of the Almighty’s enigmas to prove to men that He knows more than they do.