I Wonder If There Isn't A Catch

It Is Rather Exciting To Write By Moonlight.

I Could Hear Rain Still Pouring From The Gutters And A Thin Branch Scraping Against One Of The Windows; But The Church Seemed Completely Cut Off From The Restless Day Outside--just As I Felt Cut Off From The Church. I Thought: I Am A Restlessness Inside A Stillness Inside A Restlessness.

I Shouldn't Think Even Millionaires Could Eat Anything Nicer Than New Bread And Real Butter And Honey For Tea.

Sometimes [the Expression] Old Age Has A Kind Of Harrowing Beauty. But Elderly - Ugh!

Time Takes The Ugliness And Horror Out Of Death And Turns It Into Beauty.