A wisp of gossamer, about the size and substance of a spider's web.
– Monica Baldwin
The refectory is a cenacle in which the taking of food is transfigured almost into a sacrament.
– Monica Baldwin
The Sussex lanes were very lovely in the autumn... spendthrift gold and glory of the year-end... earth scents and the sky winds and all the magic of the countryside which is ordained for the healing of the soul.
– Monica Baldwin
I have always felt that the moment when first you wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours.