“His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.”

It’s time to start living the life you’ve imagined.

In other words summarise intensely and deeply and keep down the lateral development. It should be a little gem of bright, quick, vivid form

…he had long decided that abundant laughter should be the embellishment of the remainder of his days.

The right time is any time that one is still so lucky as to have.

To criticize is to appreciate, to appropriate, to take intellectual possession.

Be generous, be delicate, and always pursue the prize.

She feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS.

Americans will eat garbage provided you sprinkle it liberally with ketchup.

She is like a revolving lighthouse; pitch darkness alternating with a dazzling brilliancy!

A man who pretends to understand women is bad manners. For him to really to understand them is bad morals.

To believe in a child is to believe in the Future.

She had an unequalled gift, especially pen in hand, of squeezing big mistakes into small opportunities.

You must save what you can of your life; you musn’t lose it all simply because you’ve lost a part.

It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.

Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.

One can’t judge till one’s forty; before that we’re too eager, too hard, too cruel, and in addition much too ignorant.

When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.

Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.

This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.

I think autumn can teach us a lot about love. About how muh beauty can be hidden in layers of change.

That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!

Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.