It seems to me that I have always wanted to say the same things in my books: that life is one, that mystery is all around us, that yesterday, today a….

Summer is the worst time of all to be alone. The earth is warm and lovely, free to go about in; and always somewhere in the distance there is a place….

Give thanks for sorrow that teaches you pity; for pain that teaches you courage-and give exceedingly thanks for the mystery which remains a mystery s….

There is no distance on this earth as far away as yesterday..

Give thanks for sorrow that teaches you pity; for pain that teaches you courage..

How little we have, I thought, between us and the waiting cold, the mystery, death--a strip of beach, a hill, a few walls of wood or stone, a little ….

Where I come from Nobody knows; And where I'm going Everything goes. The wind blows, The sea flows - And nobody knows..