“I have always loved a window, especially an open one.”

“In general, I weathered even the worst sermons pretty well. They had the great virtue of causing my mind to wander. Some of the best things I have ever thought of I have thought of during bad sermons. Or I would look out the windows. In winter, when the windows were closed, the church seemed to admit the light strictly on its own terms, as if uneasy about the frank sunshine of this benighted world. In summer, when the sashes were raised, I watched with a great, eager pleasure the town and the fields beyond, the clouds, the trees, the movements of the air—but then the sermons would seem more improbable. I have always loved a window, especially an open one.”

“In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.”

“Please come back soon. The window is always open.”

“I opened the window and my heart. The sun flooded the room and love inundated my soul.”

“Falling in love with someone is the surest highway to hurt that I know. When the door to love opens, the window to control closes.”