Could You Understand The Meaning Of Light

I Doubt If We Nuns Are Really As Self-sacrificing As We Must Seem To Be To You Who Live In The World. We Don't Give Everything For Nothing, You Know. The Mystery Plays Fair.

She Long Ago Accepted The Fact That Happiness Is Like, Swallows In Spring. It May Come And Nest Under Your Eaves Or It May Not. You Cannot Command It.

In Times Of Storm And Tempest, Of Indecision And Desolation, A Book Already Known And Loved Makes Better Reading Than Something New And Untried ... Nothing Is So Warming And Companionable.

...the Simple Little Words Came Easily, Fitting Themselves To The Tune That Had Come Out Of The Harpsichord. It Didn't Seem To Her That She Made Them Up At All. It Seemed To Her That They Flew In From The Rose-garden, Through The Open Window, Like A Lot Of Butterflies, Poised Themselves On The Point Of Her Pen, And Fell Off It On To The Paper.

I Have Known Him Nearly All My Life, And I Am Going To Marry Him, So That There Won't Ever Be A Time When I Shan't Know Him.