How can a young man like to wear a beard?

I really am just as discontented, but I don't seem to notice it so much.

Stew's so comforting on a rainy day.

For I know I shall be interrupted -- I shall want to be, really, because life is too exciting to sit still for long.

Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.

Truthfulness so often goes with ruthlessness.

People's clothes ought to be buried with them.

I have noticed that when things happen in one's imaginings, they never happen in one's life, so I am curbing myself.

There is something revolting about the way girls' minds often jump to marriage long before they jump to love. And most of those minds are shut to what marriage really means.

A mist is rolling over the fields. Why is a summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

Topaz was wonderfully patient -- but sometimes I wonder if it is not only patience, but also a faint resemblance to cows.

The family -- that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to.

All I really want to write about is what happened just before he left. But if I let myself start with that I might forget some of the things which came first. And every word he said is of deepest value to me.

I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.

When things mean a very great deal to you, exciting anticipation just isn't safe.

And at last father flung the rug off as if it were hampering him and strode over to the table saying, 'cocoa, cocoa!' -- it might have been the most magnificent drink in the world; which, personally, I think it is.

I have found that sitting in a place where you have never sat before can be inspiring.

Our excited voices only made the castle seem more silent.

Perhaps watching someone you love suffer can teach you even more than suffering yourself can.

Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?