“How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust.”

“How green was my valley then, and the valley of them that have gone.”

“But you have gone now, all of you that were so beautiful when you were quick with life. Yet not gone, for you are still a living truth inside my mind. So how are you dead, my brothers and sisters, and all of you , when you live with me as surely as I live with myself.”

“... the nose. It can be a nuisance in winter and such a blessing before a meal.”

“Never mind what you feel. Think. Watch. Think again. And then one step at a time to put things right. As a mason puts one block at a time. To build solid and good. So with thought. Think. Build one thought at a time. Think solid. Then act. Is it?”

“Everywhere was singing, all over the house was singing, and outside the house was alive with singing, and the very air was song.”

“And under my breath I was telling it to hisht and for shame, and if I had known any swearing I would have had that in, too.”