Do you think amethysts can be the souls of good violets?
Don’t you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?
Human nature is not obliged to be consistent.
The point of good writing is knowing when to stop.
Saying one’s prayers isn’t exactly the same thing as praying...
Fear is a vile thing, and is at the bottom of almost every wrong and hatred of the world.
A house isn’t a home without the ineffable contentment of a cat with its tail folded about its feet. A cat gives mystery, charm, suggestion.
The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them.
I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it?
It’s delightful when your imaginations come true, isn’t it?
I’ve always loved the night and I’ll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.
Do you know, Gilbert, there are times when I strongly suspect that I love you!
Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old.
Gilbert, I’m afraid I’m scandalously in love with you.
The trouble with you people is that you don’t laugh enough.
I wish every one in the world was as warm and sheltered as we are tonight.
Nothing worthwhile is ever easily come by.
We don’t know where we’re going, but isn’t is fun to go?
Besides, I’ve been feeling a little blue – just a pale, elusive azure. It isn’t serious enough for anything darker.
A bosom friend – an intimate friend, you know – a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.