It's an infernal nuisance to love Life as I do. I seem to love it more as time goes on rather than less. It never becomes a habit to me. It's always a marvel. I do hope I'll be able to keep in it long enough to do some really good work. I'm sick of people dying who promise well.

Letter to Anne Estelle Rice (21 May 1921), from The Collected Letters of Katherine Mansfield, vol. IV