You can live for years next door to a big pine tree, honored to have so venerable a neighbor, even when it sheds needles all over your flowers or wakes you, dropping big cones onto your deck at still of night.

Peace as a positive condition of society, not merely as an interim between wars, is something so unknown that it casts no images on the mind's screen.

If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall in season and now is a time of ripening.

Affliction is more apt to suffocate the imagination than to stimulate it.

Nothing we do has the quickness, the sureness, the deep intelligence living at peace would have.

Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.

The world is not with us enough. O taste and see.