I want to be pure in heart -- but I like to wear my purple dress.

I find there is a quality to being alone that is incredibly precious. Life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid, fuller than before.

It is nice to think how one can be recklessly lost in a daisy!

When the wedding march sounds the resolute approach, the clock no longer ticks, it tolls the hour. The figures in the aisle are no longer individuals, they symbolize the human race.

For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.

The world has been forced to its knees. Unhappily, we seldom find our way there without being beaten to it by suffering.

war is a thug's game. The thug strikes first and harder. He doesn't go by rules and he isn't afraid of hurting people.