What is it about the English countryside---why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?

We burnt the salt and the herbs (in America it is correct to drop the h in herbs---it does sound odd.)

She was so scared that she forgot to be a contralto.

I think what I really mean is that [she] won't be WANTING things to happen. She will want things to say just as they are. She will never have the fun of hoping something wonderful and exciting may be just round the corner.

And who says you always have to understand things? You can like them without understanding them -- like 'em better sometimes.

Long prayers are like nagging.

People's clothes ought to be buried with them...They oughtn't to be left behind to be despised.

A thousand pounds for clothes--when on thinks how long poor people could live on it! When one thinks how long we could live on it, for that matter!

I believe it is customary to get get one's washing over first in baths and bask afterwards; personally, I bask first. I have discovered that the first few minutes are the best and not to be wasted--- my brain always seethes with ideas and life suddenly looks much better than it did...So I bask first, wash second and then read as long as the hot water holds out. The last stage of a bath, when the water is cooling and there is nothing to look forward to, can be pretty disillusioning.

When I read a book, I put in all the imagination I can, so that it is almost like writing the book as well as reading it - or rather, it is like living it. It makes reading so much more exciting