We must each of us bear our own misfortunes.

Mexican homes as a rule are closed off to the world by high blank walls of yellowish masonry, topped with broken glass to discourage escaladores, or climbing burglars. The gardens and fountains and other delights are hidden, as in an Arab city.

I know what they said even if they would not say it to my face. People love to talk. They love to slander you if you have any substance.

One time you smash a bug with no mercy. Another time you find one helpless on his back with his legs flailing the air, and you flip him over and let him go on his way. The struggle that touches the heart.

I always go backwards when I am backing up.

There is no knowing what is in a man's heart.

What have you done when you have bested a fool?