It costs me never a stab nor squirm / To tread by chance upon a worm. / Aha, my little dear, / I say, Your clan will pay me back one day.

This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.

It's not the tragedies that kill us; it's the messes.

I don't mind anything that's written about me, as long as it's not true.

I never see that prettiest thing- A cherry bough gone white with Spring- But what I think, "How gay 'twould be To hang me from a flowering tree.

Telegram to a friend who had just become a mother after a prolonged pregnancy: Good work, Mary. We all knew you had it in you.

The only useful thing I ever learned in school was that if you spit on your eraser it erased ink.