What is this Charity, this clinking of money between strangers, and when did Charity cease to be a comforting and secret thing between one friend and another? Does Love make her voice heard through a committee, does Love employ an almoner to convey her message to her neighbor? ... The real Love knows her neighbor face to face, and laughs with him and weeps with him, and eats and drinks with him, so that at last, when his black day dawns, she may share with him, not what she can spare, but all that she has.

Cows in India occupy the same position in society as women did in England before they got the vote. Woman was revered but not encouraged. Her life was one long obstacle race owing to the anxiety of man to put pedestals at her feet. While she was falling over the pedestals she was soothingly told that she must occupy a Place Apart - and indeed, so far Apart did her place prove to be that it was practically out of earshot. The cow in India finds her position equally lofty and tiresome. You practically never see a happy cow in India.

Music is the ethereal connection between this world and the other.

Family jokes, though rightly cursed by strangers, are the bond that keeps most families alive.

Islands are gregarious animals, they decorate the ocean in conveys.

The sun was like a word written between the sea and the sky, a word that was swallowed up by the sea before any man had time to read it.

Los Angeles is a sophisticated city; it has no eccentricities and no heart.