It is better to remember our love as it was in the springtime.

The greatest antidote in the world for grief is work, and the necessity of work.

When I was young I had no means or time, and now I have the means and time, I have no youth.

There is no division nor subtraction in the heart-arithmetic of a good mother. There are only addition and multiplication.

It was true, she thought, that the big things awe us but the little things touch us.

Things last so much longer than people.

Regardless of the popular literary trend of the times, write the thing which lies close to your heart.