The peasants of Sicily, who have kept their own wheat and make their own natural brown bread, ah, it is amazing how fresh and sweet and clean their loaf seems, so perfumed, as home-made bread used all to be before the war.

I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams.

Homer was wrong in saying, "Would that strife might pass away from among gods and men!" He did not see that he was praying for the destruction of the universe.

One should feel inside oneself for right and wrong, and should have the patience to gradually realise one's God.

Life is beautiful, as long as it consumes you. When it is rushing through you, destroying you, life is gorgeous, glorious. It's when you burn a slow fire and save fuel, that life's not worth having.

It's terrible, once you've got a man into your blood!" she said.

A snake came to my water trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pajamas for the heat, To drink there.