Better to write twaddle, anything, than nothing at all..

I am treating you as my friend, asking you to share my present minuses in the hope that I can ask you to share my future plusses..

Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart - oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape - of your sister..

Why it should be such an effort to write to the people one loves I can't imagine. It's none at all to write to those who don't really count..

The ostrich burying its head in the sand does at any rate wish to convey the impression that its head is the most important part of it..

Tidied all my papers. Tore up and ruthlessly destroyed much. This is always a great satisfaction..

When we begin to take our failures non-seriously, it means we are ceasing to be afraid of them..

conversation is like a dear little baby that is brought in to be handed round. You must rock it, nurse it, keep it on the move if you want it to keep….

The late evening is the time of times. Then with that unearthly beauty before one it is not hard to realise how far one has to go. To write something….

No, no the mind I love must still have wild places - a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown litde wood, the chanc….

I want to be all that I am capable of becoming..

I adore Life. What do all the fools matter and all the stupidity. They do matter but somehow for me they cannot touch the body of Life. Life is marve….

There is no feeling to be compared with the feeling of having written and finished a story..

You are a Queen. Let mine be the joy of giving you your kingdom..

That is the fearful part of having been near death. One knows how easy it is to die. The barriers that are up for everybody else are down for you, an….

When I say "I fear" - don't let it disturb you, dearest heart. We all fear when we are in waiting-rooms. Yet we must pass beyond them, and if the oth….

Regret is an appalling waste of time..

Wind moving through grass so that the grass quivers. This moves me with an emotion I don't even understand..

What is it with me? Am I absolutely nobody, but merely inordinately vain? I do not know…. But I am most fearfully unhappy. That is all. I am so unhap….

If you wish to live, you must first attend your own funeral..

How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences — like ra….