Occupation: Writer Birth: October 14, 1888 Death: January 9, 1923
If you wish to live, you must first attend your own funeral..
The truth is that every true admirer of the novels cherishes the happy thought that he alone - reading between the lines - has bcome the secret frien….
I think of you often. Especially in the evenings, when I am on the balcony and it’s too dark to write or to do anything but wait for the stars. A tim….
It's rather nice to think of oneself as a sailor bending over the map of one's mind and deciding where to go and how to go. The great thing to rememb….
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….
Life never become a habit to me. It's always a marvel..
I want, by understanding myself, to understand others..
Courage is like a disobedient dog, once it starts running away it flies all the faster for your attempts to recall it..
Tidied all my papers. Tore up and ruthlessly destroyed much. This is always a great satisfaction..
Children are unaccountable little creatures..
That's all life is - something childish and very natural. Isn't it?.
Could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different..
All the wild sweetness of the flower Tangled against the wall. It was that magic, silent hour.... The branches grew so tall They twined themselve….
I love this place; I love mountains and big skies and forests. And the weather is still supremely beautiful even though the lower peaks are powdered ….
Better to write twaddle, anything, than nothing at all..
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..
To work - to work! It is such infinite delight to know that we still have the best things to do..
Now's the time when children's noses All become as red as roses And the colour of their faces Makes me think of orchard places Where the juicy ap….
To long for everything: sorrow; to accept everything: joy..
Risk! Risk anything! Care no more for the opinions of others, for those voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the tru….
If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools..