His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years.

A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lillies of the swamp.

All we can do is go around telling the truth.

Don't you loathe it when doctors use the word 'we' when it applies only and solely to yourself?

The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.

That was the best of all. To speak the truth and be attended.

The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.