“Every season is likeable, and wet days and fine, red wine and white, company and solitude. Even sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life, can be full of dreams; and the most common actions ― a walk, a talk, solitude in one’s own orchard ― can be enhanced and lit up by the association of the mind. Beauty is everywhere, and beauty is only two finger’s-breadth from goodness.”
“Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.”
“When I dance, I dance; when I sleep, I sleep; yes, and when I walk alone in a beautiful orchard, if my thoughts drift to far-off matters for some part of the time for some other part I lead them back again to the walk, the orchard, to the sweetness of this solitude, to myself.”
“I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.”
“Beauty beheld in solitude is even more lethal.”
“Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.”