When you have to apologize, it is well, I suppose, to get the thing over quickly.
I wanted to be cute. That's the terrible thing. I should have had more sense.
[On hearing that President Coolidge was dead:] How can you tell?
My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet's the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges.
I like to think of my shining tombstone. It gives me, as you might say, something to live for.
There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.