Peace is the wait of the patient soul.

One of the most perfect and unfailing joys of life is planting. It is the creative joy felt by God.

If the physical perfection of childhood could last, what a possesssion it would be for humanity!

Brown people and black people and red people swarmed through our great halls, until those who were white looked simply faded-out human beings beside them. Indeed, I came to see that white is not a color in skin any more than in textiles, and if it had not quality, it had no value even for humanity. I saw that color in skin had a certain advantage in strength and warmth as a means of beauty.

A great magazine is sort of a net for ability.

And then came a time when I could no longer say 'We,' and I found myself in a lonesome land where no one remembered that I had ever been young, or called me by my given name.

Poor, successful, fallible Republican party! If it could only have kept the purity of the patriot impulse of which it was born!